pi does not mean..

you should eat 3.14159265 pieces of pie.

The owner says to anyone who is listening, "Wow the shoofly sold so quickly. I'll have the prep cook make another tomorrow."
ME: "Well, since you ate about 3 pieces and your husband ate a few, it looks like you sold two slices. I'd say you lost about 3 bucks on the pie. Not bad."

She wasn't pleased.

never trust a [not-so-skinny, eighty year old] cook

I love arguing with the owner.
We have a prep cook who has this desire to cook everything from memory, without recipes.

The problem is, she is over-the-hill..almost twice, oh, and she has this obsession with using corn starch in EVERYTHING.

Today, I decided enough is enough.
The food, in all honesty, sucks when she cooks it.

I told the owner how I felt, specifically how I hate the way the gravy looks/tastes/is made. Basically, the gravy is SLOP.
She told me to make it myself, so here's the rest of the conversation.

ME: Well, why do we have a prep cook?
HER: To cook everything else.
ME: But it all looks awful.
HER: Well then maybe the cooks who don't like her food can make it.
ME: Fine.
HER: Then we won't need a prep cook.
ME: Me and [other cook] will just freaking do it then.
HER: When will you find time?
ME: Well I could do some of it right now.
HER: She is staying; let's not talk about this anymore.

There is so much wrong with that place.
The food is awful. Goldilocks would never think it's "just right".
The building itself looks like the big bad wolf could blow it over.

My boss doesn't like to listen when I complain, then says that she will tell the prep cook that the reason why she has to follow the recipes is because I DON'T LIKE THE FOOD. I said, all of the cooks complain and even the manager has told you.

I will let you know how this disaster goes. Haha.

it's a small world...

Here's something a little complicated yet funny.

I worked at restaurant #1 with C.
C quit restaurant #1 and started working at restaurant #2.
I start working at restaurant #2 with C for extra cash.
C quit that job and gets job at another restaurant.

J works with her at this other restaurant, but also works at restaurant #1.
J told C my ex-boss who fired me from restaurant #1, used to work at restaurant #2 before I got there.

This is interesting; not sure if it's true, but it would explain A LOT.

bitter..sweet.

I'd love to shove in my boss's face that while she is struggling to find my replacement and a breakfast cook, I learned breakfast at my other job in order to help out.

Unless she wants to make 12 dozen scrambled eggs, 2 over easy, 4 over hard (all of these one at a time) and on top of that six mickey mouse shaped pancakes for two parents and their seven anklebiters.

Good luck lady.

stupid..boss

I love different colored appliances.
yellow spatulas.
red mixers.
green measuring cups.
orange pots.
blue pans.

i'm fun.and obsessed.
ah, i love to cook.

by the way, my boss cannot cook.
well, my ex-boss.
she has special red colored sautee pans
that she flips eggs in.
she cooks the eggs in a fast-paced restaurant
one at a time.

you know why?
because she says she cannot flip them on the grill.

ah, stupidity at its finest.

On Sunday,

I had my job, but today I did not.
I had a missed call from restaurant #1.
I called back. My manager was bothered by the fact I went to another manager and complained about what she told me on Friday [see other post].

She says I went behind her back, and she can't risk that happening again.
Apparently, I have some pull at the restaurant and she must have gotten in huge trouble.
I'm a cook; in my heart I'm a cook.
She won't allow me to continue being that.

Am I fired? Not exactly.
For that I have to wait and see.
Because I work at a "family friendly center/park" and there are other areas in which I can work. It's just up to the owner whether I can do so.

My co-workers who found out are absolutely furious.
I am too, but after leaving school and crying for a few hours, I thought about it.
Maybe there's a spot for me there yet.

Until then, restaurant #2 called and they would like me on the schedule full-time.
Maybe this is my sign to get out of the restaurants.
Maybe this is happening because it's been secretly a dream to go to cooking school, and now I'm supposed to do something else.

Upcoming posts are going to include stuff on my first day and how I ended up there for so long.

Almost four years I can't take back.
I don't think I would either.
I apologize, my friend, because these posts will be more serious.

You're a Horrorshow.

There is no reason why a manager should ask me which chicken is white meat and which is dark.
If you're getting paid twice as much as me, you should be twice as good.
Your perfume still sucks and your make-up is straight out of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.

I worked at both jobs today (6am-9pm total), so I have plenty to talk about. I'm just lacking the energy right now!
More to come tomorrow.

New Kid on the Block #2..

..smells like a french prostitute who collided with a gypsy.
She was dressed in sequins so sparkly, I swear I was having an epilepic seizure,
and her perfume was so strong, I needed an inhaler.

New Kid on the Block..

My new manager blows.

Burnt Meatloaf.

I just wanted to inform you all my boss who makes green eggs and made me turn the burger into a meatloaf was fired on 4-1.

And I assure you, it was no April Fool's joke.