Archive for March, 2010
Chef’s Choice
I work for a German Chef at a hotel. This particular chef believes he
is the best everything ever and can never be challenged.
One day, he got into it with an apprentice working for me claiming
that you “always put cream into a volute(sauce)” Knowing this is
false, the apprentice declares that’s not how he was taught. Chef
then grabs Escofier’s cook book (the father of modern cuisine)and
instructs the apprentice to read the recipe for Volute. When the chef
is proven wrong, he has the audacity to say “the book must be wrong.”
Misprint
I had to shake the cartridges in our printer after telling my boss
for weeks it was low. Somehow in that process, I messed up the
delicate balance he had going with a cartridge he’d broken
previously. My boss was COMPLETELY overreacting about the state of
the broken printer, stomping around the room, yelling, and acting
like a child. To highlight his outrageous overreaction, I stated, “I
broke the printer; I might as well kill myself now.”
My boss, without missing a beat, said in front of the entire office,
“Maybe you should.” The entire office went silent.
FML…A
I once took a day off from work after spending the night in the
hospital with my seriously ill newborn. Upon return to work my boss
had prepared a write up for me to sign for missing work. He handed me
a pen to sign it. Instead I directed his attention to the large FMLA
poster on the wall in his office, something he must see every day,
and suggested he read it as he was breaking the law as well as
company policy.
I never heard of the issue again.
16 CommentsA Real Dummy
A few years ago I took a part time job at a childrens clothing store.
It was my job to come in a few times a month and set up displays when
the new merchandise came in. This one night I had finally finished
setting up and all I had left to do was to dress the mannequins. My
boss took me out back to help me find the right size out of the large
piles of child-sized mannequins that were piled high in the corner.
After digging through the piles for a minute, she turned and said,
“Wow, it looks like Auschwitz in here!”
I quit that night.
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