This is me catching up on A WEEK AND A HALF of not being able to post every random thought
Hee hee, so i'm rocking the house by mahself this weekend, watching NCIS (the one with MEESHA) and Ziva just went on a rant about men who lie, which reminded me...
My RL friend
cat_teh_rose was telling me about That Show That's Not The Mentalist, (Lie to Me?) where she learned about this one unconscious tell that we all have--when we talk about something or someone we hate, sometimes we rub our nose or face with our middle finger.
Today, i did that. I was talking about working in Soldotna.
Allow me to share another charming experience with the Boss From Hell.
One night we did salmon. Fresh salmon. So fresh, that the night before he laid out a plastic bin of freshly caught fish on the table outside the kitchen, so the firefighters had to walk by when they went in for food. (When they asked what kind of fish it was, he told them, i quote, "Dead fish! Anyone who complains about tonight's food get's fish sticks tomorrow!")
The night we did salmon, the main cook for all of the dishes wasn't BFH. He was Chef, a man who'd literally cooked for two presidents--Carter and Kenedy. (The only thing he'd say about Carter was "Eh, he was a democrat," but other than that Chef was really cool.) Anyhoo, the food was even color coordinated, with three kinds of garnish. I was in charge of loading on carmelized carrots and 5 rosemary potatoes ("not four, not six" as BFH hissed in my ear while standing far too close).
The point to this rambling story is that, every single time BFH got a compliment from the firefighters, he'd say, all high and mighty, "Well, it's pretty much imposible to screw up salmon."
Which not only makes them think he's being humble (and kind of freaks them out, because he's been anything but for days), but in the same breath disses the hell out of Chef.
Plus, you can screw up salmon. Trust me, i have eaten screwed up salmon. I fucking hate fish, and i ate a full portion. That was, in fact, one of the only nights i ate anything close to an actual meal.
I had a number of burly firemen who deal with much tougher things than I did every single day come up and commiserate with me about my boss. One of them, a big Native American guy, said accurately, "He's a testy little fella, aint he?" and said the other firemen were afraid to ask him questions.
I'm so, so glad i'm done. And i hope to god i don't get talked into doing it again if he gets the gig in Girdwood (or is it Glenallen? I can never fucking remember). *middlefingerrub*
Ahahahaha, Tony's about to get pet by Gibbs \O/
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