For a mentorship for my high school culinary program, my friend and I
were sent out to a restaurant to get some real life experience. Here is what
happened with my boss:
1) We arrived. Our first job is to organize the cooler. We walked in to
see a tray of raw meat in a pool of blood on the floor. Upon asking
if we could have a mop, she directed us to the “janitor” who happend
to be a partially homeless man with three maybe four teeth.
2) We cleaned dishes and had to place them on the dusty, dirty drying
rack with all the other dirty dishes. When we asked if we could clean
more she said, “What do you mean?” We then went to our next task of
rolling silverware, which we cleaned with the table cloth from the
table we were sitting at. As our mentor goes over food ordering we
discover she has no clue that she has twenty pounds of rotten meat to
toss and says were good on meat for another week.
3) She asked us to unload her car of decorations. End of mentorship.
Fast forward two years and the place is under new managment.
I was there for a bridal shower. I love my new cousin but I prayed
that the new sign meant it was ok to eat there. I was wrong. As I
walked up to the buffet I looked at all of the silverware. None of it was shined.
I looked at the dishes and they were just as dusty as the
drying rack. I couldn’t eat. As I sat down with my glass of Coke I saw
the woman we worked under and gagged.