I am not really a fan of TV (the adverts get in the way of the programmes and nine times out of ten should I be actually watching something, Hubby either changes the channel or switches it off), but this weekend I have watched and cried over a couple of shows:
Undercover Boss and Gordon Ramsay’s Nightmare Kitchens.
The former is where the owner of the company goes undercover to work amongst their unsuspecting employees, who think they are a failed businessman trying to win a reality show prize.
After a week of ‘training’ incognito, the employees are invited to Head Office for their feedback on the trainee being deserving of the prize and The Big Reveal.
What some of these bosses are doing for their employees is amazing, setting up trust funds for their children’s education, new vehicles, training programmes, holidays for the entire family, medical care, and one employee was to be given professional help to manage her money so that she could get herself out of debt after the boss had sorted out her child’s education and paid her rent for a year to take the pressure off in the interim.
It may be good TV and good PR promoting employee/employer loyalty and recognition, but on a feel good factor of one to ten, it rated a high 12.
Gordon Ramsay OBE is one of the UK’s top chefs, restaurant owners and celebrities, and in the past all I have ever heard is him swear at everyone.
This programme has been an eye opener as he has actually been out to help failing restaurant businesses with constructive criticism, observations and suggestions for improvements, which includes premises makeovers.
Some of these despairing owners are at their lowest and as a last resort have called him in. Obviously he is in a position to choose who he decides to help, and after sampling the food and service first hand, he has certainly had his work cut out to turn things around.
One resulted in a chef being fired and a professional friend lending his services for a few months to help break in the new one and train the kitchen staff.
Another was a family business and recognising that the head chef was burnt out with stress and had lost their passion for cooking.
Sometimes it’s good to see the workings behind the scenes, unlike other formats where B&B owners stay at each others establishments , then nitpick and moan about the wrong coloured toilet paper or runny eggs for breakfast, though I do agree with standards for cleanliness, and a welcoming atmosphere scores megga brownie points.
We used to frequent B&Bs when we were househunting before and didn’t have a dog, usually an elderly lady making a few bob from a spare room.
We met some lovely people and ‘points’ were given or deducted for sausages!
One old dear was most apologetic that she only had chipolatas and gave us four each on our plate along with 2 rashers of best bacon, fried bread, mushrooms, black pudding, 2 eggs and a tomato after our bowls of cereal. We had endless cups of tea and as much toast, butter and jam/marmalade as we wanted, all for £14 each a night. We used her every time we were in the area, chipolatas or not, as we enjoyed her company (and her breakfast scored a good 12 too).