If You Can't Stand the Heat
The busperson who quit returned, thanks to the Manager's magnanimous heart. That's why I had a couple of days off. Now I get the feeling I'm being groomed to be a cook. Our normal cook (whose a pretty cool guy) didn't show up, and the Manager decided he wanted me to help him. You have to realize, the Manager has at least 20 years of experience in the shitty restaurant business. Considering that Friday mornings are not especially busy, he should have been able to handle the cooking responsibility with one hand tied behind his back. Actually, he could do it with both hands tied behind his back. Using nothing but mind power.
This is why I get the feeling I'm being prepared for something bigger. And it was exciting, learning some new things, having a new challenge. But honestly, I'm not interested in being a cook. As much as I bitch about my job and how much I hate it, I have no desire to do anything else in that restaurant. It's hard to explain why I feel this way; I just have to drive to cook. None.
I will say this, though. It was interesting to work with the Manager. Like I said earlier, he can be a tremendous asshole sometimes, but at others, he can be something close to fun. We talked about sports (debating which is better, soccer or basketball), talking about Iran (his native country), and debating which countries produce the most beautiful women. He swears by Argentina, but I'm sticking with India, if only because India produced the single most beautiful woman on planet Earth, Aishwarya Rai.
The busperson who quit returned, thanks to the Manager's magnanimous heart. That's why I had a couple of days off. Now I get the feeling I'm being groomed to be a cook. Our normal cook (whose a pretty cool guy) didn't show up, and the Manager decided he wanted me to help him. You have to realize, the Manager has at least 20 years of experience in the shitty restaurant business. Considering that Friday mornings are not especially busy, he should have been able to handle the cooking responsibility with one hand tied behind his back. Actually, he could do it with both hands tied behind his back. Using nothing but mind power.
This is why I get the feeling I'm being prepared for something bigger. And it was exciting, learning some new things, having a new challenge. But honestly, I'm not interested in being a cook. As much as I bitch about my job and how much I hate it, I have no desire to do anything else in that restaurant. It's hard to explain why I feel this way; I just have to drive to cook. None.
I will say this, though. It was interesting to work with the Manager. Like I said earlier, he can be a tremendous asshole sometimes, but at others, he can be something close to fun. We talked about sports (debating which is better, soccer or basketball), talking about Iran (his native country), and debating which countries produce the most beautiful women. He swears by Argentina, but I'm sticking with India, if only because India produced the single most beautiful woman on planet Earth, Aishwarya Rai.
borderlinegirl:
the last place i lived burned down, i lost my 8 year old dog, two cats, and everything i owned.
januar:
thank you thank you thank you for the reference to Aishwarya Rai ... holy moly! never seen her before, but wow 