I love my job. I guess all jobs are never perfect. I love coming to work. The cooks generally get along, the servers ususal get along. Why is there so much fucking shit at work though. Every day there is fucknig drama. She said that, thats not good, it was their fault, not mine. STFU. We cook for 50 residents. how hard can that be. Something is aways fucking wrong. Why? IT seems when ever the Chef is there everything is fine. I feel something that when he isnt there something is always wrong. He been at his job for god knows how long. lol god.
It seems that Im the only employee at work sometimes. Like last sunday. I was "Omelet Boy". I made omelets and waffles for people. I was doing more than that. I was surving coffee, and run into the kitchen for shit. I had no help at all. the servers were sitting talking to the people while it was busy and the other cook was sleeping in the kitchen or fucking off somewhere. I got so fucking pissed I almost said fuck it and left. I had 10 orders going, 1 butane gas burner going and no fucking help.
Other times its the same shit. I have to clean fucking everything. At the end of the night, I clean the entire kitchen and lock up shit while the other guy who plates the food has only to clean his part of the line. He thinks he is a fucking manager or something. fuck that shit, he hasnt even graduated yet. When the chef isnt there he makes a fucking mess and at the end of the night i got to clean the mess he made in that part of the kitchen. fuck no , not anymore. shit is going to change. He work and moves slow, Im running my ass of trying to get shit done for dinner while he talks to the servers sitting down in the other room. once some alarm went off for a person that needed help. He was like wtf i need to help! WTf are you doing, your not a fuckin EMT. get your fucknig ass back in the kitchen and help me finish this dinner. ANd wtf is your problem, why do you live the kitchen right before dinner service. dinner starts at 5pm you leave and make me do all the last minute shit around 4:30pm. fucking bullshit. thats going to stop also.
Ive heard from a server Ive never heard before. I have great work ethics. I was kind of suprized to hear that, at the same time I was like fucking finally someone noticed how fucking hard I work, and said something about it. I run around working fast to get shit done. I work hard I want shit done. I like to get shit done, finish a task before I take a break. Thats me, thats how I work. I am highly motivated. Theres something in me that is a special skill that I dont see in other people. Its highly bothering me, but I want to but it to work, but I dont really know how. I see things way differerntly, but I tend not to talk about it because of I think people might think im weird or something. But I listen to what they say and it makes no fucking sence, and Im right on the money. Im going to show this world something they have never seen before. It will be a great wonderful thing.
I think i cant let it out is because Im forced and told what to do. I cant make dishes and cook the way I want to. I see things differently than my chef does. but yet I learn so much from him. and especialy from watching cooking shows. Ive seen shit that people on the other side of the world would call that chef a god. Anthony Bourdains show shows and teachs me things. things I cant explain.
holy shit ive learned so much from starting culinary school to now.
back to shit at work. in all we are like a big family at where I work. The dining staff is a big family. we have are bad days, problems, conflicts, happy times, fucking funny times, and god damn "That just happened" moments. I love my job and I cant wait for it to get busier and I do more things on my own.
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