HEY ASSHOLE!
Now I have had my little nap and I feel refreshed, and ready to reflect a little.
The GM having had one word for me was probably accurate for the moment, but not in totality. A no notice resignation IS an assholy thing to do. But in this world, being an asshole is the only response to dealing with assholes sometimes. Not that the GM is one. Just situationally as directed by the owner I suppose. In fact, she had been very kind to me in most instances, even if she never really heard a word I was saying.
As of this writing the restaurant is 1 hour and 45 minutes away from dinner service with, no hope whatsoever of serving the full dinner menu, or even the lion's share of it.
The owner was getting the boot in on me, including forcing a pay cut on me, one that I could hardly afford. Couple that with high gasoline prices and I can't afford groceries. All so the owner could salve his ego and his bankroll to the tune of one hundred sixty of my hard earned dollars a month. A pittance to him. To me, the difference between making it or not.
I could easily see more fucking around like that happening, and it was, and i'll detail that here in future posts. I had to lookout for me and mine. It was one of the most selfish things I have ever done. It was hardly the "take this job and shove it" rush like you see in the movies. It wasn't satisfying, but it was necessary. As the Chef, I was making what most decent line cooks make. And there are several steps between being a line cook and a Chef. The owner gambled that he had me over a barrel, as he did with the previous chef. The outcome was the same both times.
I trusted him, and he betrayed me. My mistake.
Trying to fuck me over. His mistake.
One hour, thirty minutes and counting. You had best have the soup underway, and you have salmon to fillet and portion. Get with it.
The GM having had one word for me was probably accurate for the moment, but not in totality. A no notice resignation IS an assholy thing to do. But in this world, being an asshole is the only response to dealing with assholes sometimes. Not that the GM is one. Just situationally as directed by the owner I suppose. In fact, she had been very kind to me in most instances, even if she never really heard a word I was saying.
As of this writing the restaurant is 1 hour and 45 minutes away from dinner service with, no hope whatsoever of serving the full dinner menu, or even the lion's share of it.
The owner was getting the boot in on me, including forcing a pay cut on me, one that I could hardly afford. Couple that with high gasoline prices and I can't afford groceries. All so the owner could salve his ego and his bankroll to the tune of one hundred sixty of my hard earned dollars a month. A pittance to him. To me, the difference between making it or not.
I could easily see more fucking around like that happening, and it was, and i'll detail that here in future posts. I had to lookout for me and mine. It was one of the most selfish things I have ever done. It was hardly the "take this job and shove it" rush like you see in the movies. It wasn't satisfying, but it was necessary. As the Chef, I was making what most decent line cooks make. And there are several steps between being a line cook and a Chef. The owner gambled that he had me over a barrel, as he did with the previous chef. The outcome was the same both times.
I trusted him, and he betrayed me. My mistake.
Trying to fuck me over. His mistake.
One hour, thirty minutes and counting. You had best have the soup underway, and you have salmon to fillet and portion. Get with it.
Mankind is like dogs,- as long as you don't get mad they'll bite you - but stay mad and you'll never be bitten. Dogs don't respect humility and sorrow.(Jack Kerouac)
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