So he finally made me cry...
I was getting yelled at- again- in a French/English split. Even the guys in the kitchen were taken aback by it. Sometimes I wonder what makes this chef tick. I mean its like- I mess up, I get yelled at. I don't mess up, I get yelled at. Someone else messes up- I still get yelled at. So today was the latter of the three. I was doing my job and listening to some music in my little work space and I hear him coming. I mean- HEAR him! He was actually panting as he walked. If he was a cartoon, he would have had steam coming out of his ears. So my initial reaction is to stare him in the eyes. I have never been one to look down- ever. And the yelling starts. I must say, my French is improving. Unfortunately, so is my temper. At least I waited until I got to my car before crying. I don't think I cried because he yelled at me, but because I was tired. Thats my story and I am sticking to it *grin*