What'da we do now Boss?
In that I am not at all satisfied with the restaurant that I've come to know as my workplace, or place of work, place I have to be all the time to make money, I will be allocating a new positiong, somwhere else, immediately, because it is of need to my financial gain, and my personal, overall satisfaction as a person.
Tonight while at woek, I got scolded for asking a few simple questions about a plate setup for certain dishes that are on this weekend's special "King's Festival" Menu. These questions were not overbearing nor, stupid, as there is not a better word to describe it, and my response to said questions was a lecture about what I'm doing wrong at the restaurant. My boss asked me if I would like to quit, and in that I haven't already allocated a new positiong, somewhere else, I think my immediate problem, is that I need to take what little time left I have out of my life to find another place to work, because this is like pulling teeth with chopsticks, and that ain't kosher.
Tonight I will be compiling a reasonable list of restaurants where I could fit into a setting of types of food to which I have already cooked, and presented, rather well in my opinion.
I have never worked at a French Restaurant, and I don't really have an opinion on it other than the place is managed incredibly poorly, no one communicates problems to others, everyone is generally lazy, no one puts in the kind of real time that they need to, and the overall atmosphere has become "Fuck This Place", not just from me, but from numerous other employees. From other cooks, to servers, to the point that I have heard other managers bitch about managers at the restaurant. And I think what really kills me, is that this restaurant has so much potential to be beautiful and flourish, and everyone is squandering it.
That and I'm not at all making what I deserve have led me to a point where I have evaluated the current situation from numerous angles, and to remain at my current place of employment would deter my current heading, course, plans, and goals and hold me back for some time before I made any real forward progress, and I aim to change that.
And I feel that my boss likes to subtly insult my skill as a chef, in that he is forcing me to cook french dishes which I am not farmiliar with until I want to exploade and knows that with a little guidance and a fucking RECIPE BOOK, I could do my fucking job properly at ALL AND ANY TIMES YOU FRENCH FUCK.
While looking for a new job this week, I will be going online to the restaurants website, and looking up recipes for every single possible thing we serve on the menu, from sauces to fucking pastries, and I am making my own recipe book to use at work, so that I can prove that my boss is an idiot.
I almost dropped bombs. CAUSE I'M A MUSHROOM CLOUD LAYIN MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER. I have work to do, that is all.
Tonight while at woek, I got scolded for asking a few simple questions about a plate setup for certain dishes that are on this weekend's special "King's Festival" Menu. These questions were not overbearing nor, stupid, as there is not a better word to describe it, and my response to said questions was a lecture about what I'm doing wrong at the restaurant. My boss asked me if I would like to quit, and in that I haven't already allocated a new positiong, somewhere else, I think my immediate problem, is that I need to take what little time left I have out of my life to find another place to work, because this is like pulling teeth with chopsticks, and that ain't kosher.
Tonight I will be compiling a reasonable list of restaurants where I could fit into a setting of types of food to which I have already cooked, and presented, rather well in my opinion.
I have never worked at a French Restaurant, and I don't really have an opinion on it other than the place is managed incredibly poorly, no one communicates problems to others, everyone is generally lazy, no one puts in the kind of real time that they need to, and the overall atmosphere has become "Fuck This Place", not just from me, but from numerous other employees. From other cooks, to servers, to the point that I have heard other managers bitch about managers at the restaurant. And I think what really kills me, is that this restaurant has so much potential to be beautiful and flourish, and everyone is squandering it.
That and I'm not at all making what I deserve have led me to a point where I have evaluated the current situation from numerous angles, and to remain at my current place of employment would deter my current heading, course, plans, and goals and hold me back for some time before I made any real forward progress, and I aim to change that.
And I feel that my boss likes to subtly insult my skill as a chef, in that he is forcing me to cook french dishes which I am not farmiliar with until I want to exploade and knows that with a little guidance and a fucking RECIPE BOOK, I could do my fucking job properly at ALL AND ANY TIMES YOU FRENCH FUCK.
While looking for a new job this week, I will be going online to the restaurants website, and looking up recipes for every single possible thing we serve on the menu, from sauces to fucking pastries, and I am making my own recipe book to use at work, so that I can prove that my boss is an idiot.
I almost dropped bombs. CAUSE I'M A MUSHROOM CLOUD LAYIN MOTHERFUCKER MOTHERFUCKER. I have work to do, that is all.