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pennie_dreadful) wrote2012-12-18 01:28 pm
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I have nice eyebrows? A lady complemented me on them yesterday. Random but I'll take what I can get, lol.
I've been sick off and on for over a month now and really, why is it always the busiest time of the year when my immune system betrays me :(
EPIC WORK DRAMA the so-called chef is fired woooooooooo. His drama queen stupid lazy shit starting wife is still apparently working here so booooooooooo but at least I don't have to deal with her very much so whatever.
COOL STORY; My apartment had the electrical outlets upgraded last week, and the next day, I got home from work and the only things in the kitchen that were working were the stove and the microwave. No lights or anything else. I flipped the breakers and the lights didn't come back on, so I called maintenance. And I told them I already tried flipping the breakers. They sent a guy up, and he had absolutely no equipment with him. He went straight to the breaker box, flipped the breakers, and muttered a puzzled "huh" when the lights failed to turn on.
YEAH, NO SHIT, I didn't do something stupid like plug in fifty appliances that caused the breaker to trip, your electrician bros fucked up the wiring in my kitchen, jackass.
I burned myself four times since last week, twice in the same place. Today it was hot bacon grease, and I can see the drizzle patterns it made on my arm. (I don't know if I ever said but besides doing all the baked goods that we sell out front in the deli, I also handle all of the breakfast catering orders, so. I cook a lot of bacon lol. Also ended up coming in at 3 or 3:30 every day last week, will continue to do so this week. Next week will be absolutely dead as far as catering goes, and I will be very thankful to return to my regularly scheduled job.)
I've been sick off and on for over a month now and really, why is it always the busiest time of the year when my immune system betrays me :(
EPIC WORK DRAMA the so-called chef is fired woooooooooo. His drama queen stupid lazy shit starting wife is still apparently working here so booooooooooo but at least I don't have to deal with her very much so whatever.
COOL STORY; My apartment had the electrical outlets upgraded last week, and the next day, I got home from work and the only things in the kitchen that were working were the stove and the microwave. No lights or anything else. I flipped the breakers and the lights didn't come back on, so I called maintenance. And I told them I already tried flipping the breakers. They sent a guy up, and he had absolutely no equipment with him. He went straight to the breaker box, flipped the breakers, and muttered a puzzled "huh" when the lights failed to turn on.
YEAH, NO SHIT, I didn't do something stupid like plug in fifty appliances that caused the breaker to trip, your electrician bros fucked up the wiring in my kitchen, jackass.
I burned myself four times since last week, twice in the same place. Today it was hot bacon grease, and I can see the drizzle patterns it made on my arm. (I don't know if I ever said but besides doing all the baked goods that we sell out front in the deli, I also handle all of the breakfast catering orders, so. I cook a lot of bacon lol. Also ended up coming in at 3 or 3:30 every day last week, will continue to do so this week. Next week will be absolutely dead as far as catering goes, and I will be very thankful to return to my regularly scheduled job.)
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Wow...work sounds like a clusterfuck there too.
I hate when people think I'm stupid and didn't try the simple things first and that I don't know what I'm talking about. I hope they get it fixed soon.
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Yeah, these guys clearly heard my high pitched female voice and assumed I was too stupid or timid or whatever to try flipping the breakers before I called for maintenance.
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Kitchens are for damaging yourself, apparently. I hurt myself much, much less often than I used to back when cooking was a more unpleasant part of my life - rage and exhaustion make me careless. I was cooking late and alone a few days ago and got a tiny burn, and it was weird realising that I usually didn't feel that shitty about my cooking arrangements any more.
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This guy [D] was a lazy sexist A-class jerk, first of all. The specific incident that got him fired was the general manager [P] caught him rifling through the payroll folder (we get paid on Wednesdays, and the checks come in on Tuesday morning). He said that one of the owners [T] told him he could get his check early (which she later denied), and even if she did tell him he could have it early, I am pretty sure she meant she would personally hand it to him sometime before his shift was over, not that he could go into the folder where all our other checks are and pull his out. (The rest of us are sure he was just being nosy and wanting to know how much the rest of us make compared to him). This led to a loud argument between the two of them and he apparently threatened the manager and her family, although I didn't hear that part. (Also I am wondering why the checks weren't in the locked drawer like they normally are? I guess the payroll person had just brought them down and P wasn't at her desk right then, idk)
So, the even better part: last week he got into an argument with T over some absolutely asinine bullshit. She came into the kitchen and asked him what the soup of the day was, because a customer was asking (this was during breakfast so none of us knew what the soup was yet), and he was talking to one of the other cooks and claims he didn't hear her ask the question. So, she repeated the question; now, a normal person in this situation, when they realized they were being addressed, would have said, "Oh, I'm sorry I didn't hear you, I was talking to someone else, what was that again?" But he continued to ignore her and she got pissed at him. The part of this that I personally witnessed was her almost yelling at him, "are you in charge of the soup," and he said, "You didn't say my name so I didn't know you were talking to me"
She said "D, are you the one in charge of soup?"
And D said, "There are a million people in this kitchen and it's noisy [bullshit, there was only me, the owner, D, and the guy D was talking to] if you don't say my name I don't know you're talking to me," and then he just went back to ignoring her even though she kept asking him if he was in charge of the soup.
He is really hung up on the name thing, too; I remember him doing that to a few of us when he first started here, ignore us talking to him and then tell us, "how am I supposed to know you were talking to me if you don't say my name first". AFGHHJGHJVG; YOU'LL KNOW I'M TALKING TO YOU WHEN I AM FUCKING TALKING TO YOU, JACKASS. And in any case he is the one that makes soup so obviously he knew she must have been talking to him.
The best part of this is that he and wifey-poo have been borrowing money from the company. The GM actually cut him off, so he began sending his wife directly to T to get their beg on. So, yeah, way to go, pissing off someone who is not only an owner, but is also lending you money even though she is under absolutely no obligation to do so. That was real bright. And they always complain about not having money, but they both act like they can't wait to get the fuck out of here, like, you guys do realize we get paid by the hour, right? Seriously, he would come in, work like a fiend for maybe four hours, clock out and leave without bothering to see if there was anything else he could do. Back when I was still doing prep, if it only took me three or four hours to get my work done, I would ask everybody if they needed my help, and failing that, I'd clean something. I got as much time [AND WHAT DOES TIME EQUAL?] as I could possibly wring from this place.
Also he was a fucking lousy cook; he had no idea how to properly season food, and it was always overcooked or undercooked. And we only have one oven (with seven racks) and we were always competing for oven space. He would come over to me and tell me he needed the oven at a certain time, and then he would come over and start putting his stuff in way before he said he would. And he took up VERY LIMITED SPACE with stuff that didn't even have to be cooked in an oven! Like vegetables, he was lazy and it was easier for him to put them in the oven instead of blanching and sauteing them. Roasting vegetables is very delicious, don't get me wrong (in a conventional oven on very high heat, but in an ancient convection oven that takes forever to brown things? not so much, you just get mushy vegetables).
I AM SO GLAD HE'S GONE.
Also, I did take the opportunity to talk to the GM; today she and one of the other prep guys did all the cooking, and she said she wasn't going to hire anyone new and that it was just going to be the two of them taking care of hot meals. :/ I told her that I don't have any experience cooking large volumes of food, but I do know how to cook and follow a recipe, and that I didn't have a problem staying after I did all of my baking to help out with any hot meals we have going out. We'll see what comes of it.
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ugh @ all the guys in the south who are literally incapable of listening when a woman is talking. I remember one of them from one of my tax jobs, and he literally did not process things women said - he'd ask a question, our boss would answer it, and then he'd blink a few times and say it again and wait for one of the other guys to provide an answer. He didn't last a week.
Well, I hope your dedication bears some fruit, at least. Kitties need fed ;_;
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That happens so much, especially in fields like ours that are typically male-dominated. :/
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Eh, being until recently something like a cottage industry, the tax business seems to be mostly women. So this guy's problem was maybe that he was older and was probably picking up the work to pad out an early retirement from some other field where ignoring all women had worked out just fine.
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but, ugh, poor kids :/