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What is it with me and Wednesday being ASSHOLE day !!
Companero made some stupid comment about the halibut dish having too much sauce, he asked the sous if it should be replated - Michilo knowing better - said it was fine. Strike #1 tonight. Strike 2 hits about 6 minutes later - Companero fucks up the pick/fire and calls the wrong table, I nudge Michilo - 'I heard the server fire 32, not 42' - Companero gets flustered, a few minutes later he comes back into the kitchen and say something to Omar about one of the plates I made, said a customer said the fish was cold. Strike 3.
I know that was fucking impossible, since it went from pan to plate within seconds as it should - of course all of this goes down in Spanish, Michilo and Liz are oblivious (as usual), O starts laughin, Cilantrito opens his fucking mouth to say "Verga", I fucking snap - in spanish I rip him a new asshole. 'if u think u can cook it better you miserable old fuck, be my guest! I''ll give you my jacket and my tongs ! But until that day comes shut your fucking mouth.' Of course the GM walks up right as this is going on - he asks me what is wrong - I don't hold back, although I manage miraculously to bite back all the shit fuck and bastard - words running across my mind that never make it to my mouth, at least not to the GM....if I was a man I would have confronted Companero weeks ago. Because I am a woman I have to shoose different tactics, confrontation will only feed the machismo beast, although things are gonna come to a head soon. I have excellent self control, most of the time, but this is starting to really wear me down. Fucking bullshit drama !
So then the end of the night rolls by - it seemed interminable - times moves slowly when it is laden with tension - I make the last dish of the night - I put the risotto and scallops on the hottest plate I could find - put it in the window, with a little english so it slides right to the rim and start wiping the station - I don't even mention that the plate is hot, fuck him, I wanna see if he drops the plate - bastard. I watch carefully out of the corner of my eye as he picks it up - I smiled secretly, painfully in my heart when he grimaced - I know that plate took his fucking fingerprints off - I am impressed that he didn't drop the plate -
I've been in this industry for 8 years - this is not my first rodeo - and certainly won't be the last - I am amazed people don't realize I really am fucking crazy - how many white chicks spend their lives on a hot line?? and stay sane.......
as a side - Michilo has a new camera phone - this is me right before I got pissed off tonight -
this is what I was playing with while bored -
* I had an important meeting with this guy this morning
* I got a nice gift from the pastry chef today, sort of a thank you for some assistance I have been giving over in that area
These are some o the best chocolate truffles I have ever had!! High quality chocolate, the ganache is so fluffy, it is almost like a mousse. My favorite was the the choc-mint!!
You too can get these truffles, check out this site www.thechocolateatelier.com
Jeez, I just realized I have to be up in less that 6 hours.
Peace yo !
P.S. I am starting to get used to seeing myself with a camera around my neck, I took this walking by a mirror today, I have also started shooting in RAW and learning to manipulate different things - very cool - I think it is interesting that the image was blurred from the get go -
http://www.pentagonstrike.co.uk/flash.htm#Main
What is it with me and Wednesday being ASSHOLE day !!
Companero made some stupid comment about the halibut dish having too much sauce, he asked the sous if it should be replated - Michilo knowing better - said it was fine. Strike #1 tonight. Strike 2 hits about 6 minutes later - Companero fucks up the pick/fire and calls the wrong table, I nudge Michilo - 'I heard the server fire 32, not 42' - Companero gets flustered, a few minutes later he comes back into the kitchen and say something to Omar about one of the plates I made, said a customer said the fish was cold. Strike 3.
I know that was fucking impossible, since it went from pan to plate within seconds as it should - of course all of this goes down in Spanish, Michilo and Liz are oblivious (as usual), O starts laughin, Cilantrito opens his fucking mouth to say "Verga", I fucking snap - in spanish I rip him a new asshole. 'if u think u can cook it better you miserable old fuck, be my guest! I''ll give you my jacket and my tongs ! But until that day comes shut your fucking mouth.' Of course the GM walks up right as this is going on - he asks me what is wrong - I don't hold back, although I manage miraculously to bite back all the shit fuck and bastard - words running across my mind that never make it to my mouth, at least not to the GM....if I was a man I would have confronted Companero weeks ago. Because I am a woman I have to shoose different tactics, confrontation will only feed the machismo beast, although things are gonna come to a head soon. I have excellent self control, most of the time, but this is starting to really wear me down. Fucking bullshit drama !
So then the end of the night rolls by - it seemed interminable - times moves slowly when it is laden with tension - I make the last dish of the night - I put the risotto and scallops on the hottest plate I could find - put it in the window, with a little english so it slides right to the rim and start wiping the station - I don't even mention that the plate is hot, fuck him, I wanna see if he drops the plate - bastard. I watch carefully out of the corner of my eye as he picks it up - I smiled secretly, painfully in my heart when he grimaced - I know that plate took his fucking fingerprints off - I am impressed that he didn't drop the plate -
I've been in this industry for 8 years - this is not my first rodeo - and certainly won't be the last - I am amazed people don't realize I really am fucking crazy - how many white chicks spend their lives on a hot line?? and stay sane.......
as a side - Michilo has a new camera phone - this is me right before I got pissed off tonight -
this is what I was playing with while bored -
* I had an important meeting with this guy this morning
* I got a nice gift from the pastry chef today, sort of a thank you for some assistance I have been giving over in that area
These are some o the best chocolate truffles I have ever had!! High quality chocolate, the ganache is so fluffy, it is almost like a mousse. My favorite was the the choc-mint!!
You too can get these truffles, check out this site www.thechocolateatelier.com
Jeez, I just realized I have to be up in less that 6 hours.
Peace yo !
P.S. I am starting to get used to seeing myself with a camera around my neck, I took this walking by a mirror today, I have also started shooting in RAW and learning to manipulate different things - very cool - I think it is interesting that the image was blurred from the get go -
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And i also cannot take credit for that quote even if i would love for it to be mine. It is from this book. It really is a wonderful line though. Thank you for you comments.