Create action plan for the 2 points below: be concise and specific on your actions and perspective. Action Plan \#1 - Assuming Alan decides to keep John on as supervisor, what are the immediate steps Alan should take with John? Action Plan \#2 - If John stays on as supervisor, what are the immediate steps Alan and John must take with other people affected by John's outburst. Case Study John is a food server at the Lakeside Inn, a 200-room hotel with a coffee shop and a full-service restaurant called Hummingbirds. Two years ago, John started out as a bus person in the coffee shop, but because of his outstanding performance he was quickly transferred to Hummingbirds and made a food server. John's excellent record continued in his new position. John was always on time, was great with the guests, and was a real team player. When the bus persons fell behind, he helped them catch up without being asked. When another server needed help, John was always willing to take on tables in addition to his own. He also got along well with the cooks. Within weeks at his new position, he knew everyone's name and was usually the center of attention in the employee Case Study John is a food server at the Lakeside Inn, a 200-room hotel with a coffee shop and a full-service restaurant called Hummingbirds. Two years ago, John started out as a bus person in the coffee shop, but because of his outstanding performance he was quickly transferred to Hummingbirds and made a food server. John's excellent record continued in his new position. John was always on time, was great with the guests, and was a real team player. When the bus persons fell behind, he helped them catch up without being asked. When another server needed help, John was always willing to take on tables in addition to his own. He also got along well with the cooks. Within weeks at his new position, he knew everyone's name and was usually the center of attention in the employee breakroom. As time went by, he won employee of the month so many times it became somewhat embarrassing. Phil Brown, the dining room supervisor at Hummingbirds, was John's boss. Because John got along wth the staff so wel, Phil asked John to fill in for him every Wednesdayone of Phil's days oft and the slowest day of the week for the restaurant. John seemed to do a good job in this role. Serious problems seldom came up on Wednesdays, and if one did, John would tell Phil about it on Thursday morning so Phil could take care of it. When Phil was made restaurant manager of another hotel in the chain, he encouraged John to apply for his position. "I think you'd make a great supervisor. The job will be posted intemally for three days, and Im not sure who's going to apply, but you can count on me for a glowing recommendation." Phil not only thought this would be good for John, but also knew that the company encouraged promoting from within; addifionally, it would be a feather in Phil's cap if one of his employees took over his position and succeeded in it. At first. John was not enthusiastic about the supervisor job- 7 really enjoy what I'm doing." he told Philbut, bolstered by Phil's confidence in him, he finally decided to apply. His interview was with three people: Phil; Phil's boss, Alan, the restaurant manager; and Susan, the hotel's human resources diector. John was outgoing and personable during the interview, and atter John left the room, Phil cited John's initiative, high energy level, leadership skills, and high quantity and quality of work as reasons John should get the job. Although Alan and Susan were concerned about John's lack of formal supervisory training, they decided, given John's excellent record, to give him a chance. The next day, John went with Phil to Phils new restaurant and spent a week in training. At the beginning of the week, Phil went over a checklist of supervisory skils John needed to acquire and gave him some training materials to shudy. Throughout the week, Phil helped John fil out the paperwork a dining room supervisor must deal with. At the end of the week, Phil wished John good luck, gave him a pep talk, and told him to call anytime he had a problem. John reported for work at Hummingbirds the next moming, uncomfortable in his new suit and tie but feeing confident and determined to do a good job. It didn't take him long to discover that the biggest adjustment he faced was in relating to his former co-workers. When he was a food server, everyone was his friend and he had enjoyed al the during-work and after-hours socializing the employees did together. But now he was lett out. In this and many other ways, his fomer coworkers made him feel that he wasn't "one of the gang" anymore. That was bad enough, but he began to suspect that his friends, now his employees, were taking advantage of him. For one thing, they didn't realy treat him as a manager. When Alan walked through the kifchen, al the servers and cooks snapped to aftention, when John waked through, they just boiked around"Oh, hi John"- or didn't acknowledge him at al and continued casually chatting. Because they knew John so wel, they constantly asked him for favors: "Can I trade nights with Lisa?" "Can I have tomorrow off?" "Can Sam and I switch table assignments?" "You remember. I am a bowler, right? Could you please not schedule me Thursday nights? The kague's starting up next week." The requests went on and on. John soon learned that, try as he might, he could not write a schedule that pleased everybody or didn't have to be changed constantly. The few times he could not give employees the day oft they wanted, some of them called in sick. John wondered if they were lying. Of course, but he could not prove anything, and he didn't want to think they would treat him so badly. Al he knew for certain was that he felt abused and taken advantage of by the very pecple he used to be so close to. Despite these feelings, John wanted to preserve his relationships with his staff, and he wanted to please his new boss, too. So, he did not let Alan know about the pressures he was feeing, and he granted almost every employee request. This often meant that John found himself doing his old job of serving customers, busing tables, even filing in for servers as the first ferw weeks went by, he also becarne disappointed in Martha's performance. Martha was the serior server on the staff, and she had inheriked John's old role as the "head server," the person John counted on to be a team leader and fill in for him when he had time off. But Martha never did the little things that would have really helped him out, and never went the extra mile for anyone. Why could't she just volunbeer and pitch in like he used to do? That Monday moming started out like most Monday momings at Hummingbinds extremely busyThe normally big breakfast crowd was swelled even larger by several busloads of sales executives who had just arrived at the hotel for a four-day meeting. John was at his desk, humying through some reports he had promised Alan would be finished yesterday. He knew it was only a matter of time before he would be called into the dining room. His three six o'clock servers were trying to take care of the rapidly increasing crowd, and Janice, one of his three seven o'clock. servers, had called him the night before to tell him she wouldn't be in till eleven-her basement had flocded, and she had to meet with a cleaning crew and insurance adfuster in the moming. So today of all days he would be one server short for the breakfast crowd. When John's telephone rang right at 7:00, his heart sank. Sure enough, Sally, another of his seven o'clock servers, was calling to say she was sick and would not be coming in. She was a good employee who had never called in sick before, so he fought back his feeling of panic and told her to take care of herself and not worry about a thing. He no sooner thanked her for caling and hung up when the phone rang again. It was Rich, the third seven o'clock server, calling in sick, too. This was the fourth time Rich had caled in sick in the two months John had been supervisor, and John knew that Fich had a habit of drinking too much on the weekend in fact, John used to help Rich think of excuses to tell Phil back when Phil was the supervisor. But he really did sound sick this time, so John put aside his suspicions and told Rich to come in later if he felt better. John gave up all thoughts of catching up on his reports and grabbed the schedule. The only people he might be able to call in were Wendy and Maria. No answer at Wendy's house. Maria was home, but she could not come in because she was a chaperon that moming for her daughter's sixh-grade field trip. She was very sorry. "That's ckay," John said wearily, and with exaggerated carefulness placed the receiver back in its cradle. It was al he could do to keep from throwing the phone across the room. Instead of six servers for the morning, he was down to three, with a bigger crowd than usual and no one he could tum to for help. Even Alan was unavalable, he was in a staff meeting with the hotel's general manager. John grimly straightened his tie and headed for the dining room. Hurrying through the kitchen, he was assaulied by the sounds of a staff under pressure: cooks yeling orders, dishes clatiering violently, oven doors slamming. He charged through the double swinging doors into the dining room just in time to see Steve, one of his bus persons, heading for the restaurart's entrance, holding a towel tightly wrapped around his right hand. What happened to him?" John asked Martha. "He was hurrying too much, broke a cotlee cup and cut himself. I sent him to the doctor-locks like hell need stitches." Great, John thought as he surveyed the situation. Every table was packed, and the roar of a hundred conversations made t almost as noisy in the dining room as it had been in the kitchen. John couldn't remember the restaurant ever being 20 crowded, and there was a line of guests extending from the restaurant's entrance into the hotel lobby, waiting for a table. Taking a deep breath, John threw himself into the fray. He tried to be everywhere at once, waiting tables, pouring coffee, seating guests, running the cash register, and al the while trying not to notice the frowns from guests angry at the inevitable delays in service. Each guest complaint muttered wihin earshot "What kind of a place is this?" "Great service around here" hit him like a lash. John fought down the waves of helplessness and frustration he felt and threw encouraging words at harried staff members whenever he rushed past one of them. He was in the middle of yet another long apology to an irrtated guest when, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Martha at the cash register, standing on tiptoe and waving to him furiously above a long line of guests waiting to pay their bils. He ewcused himself with a strained smile and hurried over to Martha. "What's the problem?" don't know," Martha said breathlessly, "the register just. stopped working." John stared in frustration at the slent machine; he didn't have a clue about how to get it working again. "What did you do?" he barked at Martha. 7 didn't do anythingr" Martha waled. "Ir's not my fault" "It's not my fault either," John enapped. "Damn it, thinkl Did you do something before it quif?" "Heyr" one of the guests back in the middle of the line called up to John, "I had to wait for my food, wait for my check, and now I have to wait to give you, my money? Come on, do somethingl" "Tm trying to do something, sir," John said through clenched teeth. "Wel, do it now, because Im tired of this crap." There was a murmur of agreement the other guests in line. John grabbed Martha by the arm much harder than he intended and half shoved her toward the kitchen. "Go to my office and get my calculator." Martha pulled her arm away. 7 don't know where it is." John slammed his fist down on the counter. "Damn it, do I have to do everything myselfr he shrieked. A hush fel over the restaurant. Everyone froze; all eyes turned toward John. Martha binked back tears and was starting to say something when her gaze shifted past John's shoulder and her eyes widened. John turned around to see his boss, Alan, locking around the restaurant incredulously. "What in hel is going on here?" he demanded. Later that day... Alan looked across his desk at John and sighed. What could have gone so wrong? This morning's incident was just the latest in a series of problems he'd had with John ever since John took the dining room supervisor's job. John didn't seem to understand budgets and was not keeping up with the administrative part of the job-late reports, botched purchase orders, unsigned invoices - the list was rather lengthy. John didn't even seem to be handling the people-skils part of his job very well. Several employees had come to Alan with complaints that John was playing favoriks when it came to scheduling. And grabbing Martha this morning - Alan just hoped she didn't cause the hotel any headaches over that. It had taken a while, but Alan had gotten Hummingbirds under control again with the help of George, the coffee shop manager. After the crisis was past, Alan had left George in charge of the restaurant and had taken John up to his otfice for a long-overdue counseling session. He wasn't sure where to begin. "John," he said finally, "what happened? I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw you ranting and raving in front of a room full of guests." "Look," John said dedensively. 7 had my hands ful. You weren't around, we were working short-handed, the register went dead -1 didn t know what to do. I was doing the best I could. I was never trained for fhat kind of sibution." "But John, you had training. You spent a week with Phil; he said you were ready. You worked in the restaurant for two years. I don't know what else we could have done for you." "You never prepared me for an emergency like that." "But no one could have foreseen what happened this morningl" Alan exclaimed. "Besides, managers are supposed to be able to cope with all the craxy things that go wrong. That's why we put you in that position; we thought you could handle it." "Well, maybe you were wong." John blurted out, "maybe you shouldh't have promoted me in the first place." John looked down at his feet and mumbled, "I never wanted to be a supervisor aryway