gross.

I love how crude cooks can be.
I went into work for my paycheck on Wednesday.
I was wearing a skirt, and not a skanky one either.

It was a pretty cute plaid one and it had a bow..and that's not the point.
Today, I go into work and the cook is standing there and he's talking to me for awhile before he calls me over to the fryers and says,
"Hey, next time you come in wearing a skirt, you shouldn't wear underwear and we could have a quickie downstairs."

How romantic, and then before I leave,
"Hey rememeber what I said."

Haha, yeah I remembered, and I hope your girlfriend reads this. :)

Okay, so, advice?

My previous manager [meatloaf man] once told me:
"Noelle, stop being friends with the people you work with."

How close is too close to be with your co-workers anyways?
This is my question.
Because, if I'm there 40+ hours, shouldn't I be able to get along with them?

And also, how much of your life is it okay to let co-workers in on?
This is just a bit more serious, type of, hey can you give me some advice or experiences blog..

Kiss the Cook

Okay, so there is this line cook I work with...
He's smart and hilarious. He listens to [some] good music.
He is fun to work with because we get along really well.
So I thought, oh no, I cannot possibly like another cook, right?
But I did...

Well, boy, you are lazy and you cannot cook very well.
and that just turns me off.

Learn how to flip a burger behind your back, and then we'll talk.

on the line..

Today, I don't want to share how the waitress dropped table 7's food right in front of them. I don't want to ramble on about how my boss can't flip eggs.

I'm going to be a little more serious, and let you in on my life.. just a little.
Okay, so this summer I worked 40-50 hour weeks.
Through this, you get a lot closer to your co-workers, sometimes too close.

I had a thing, more than a thing, call it whatever with one of the cooks.
Oh, he had a girlfriend who also worked there, oops.
Even when I came to college, he would visit basically every day and pick me up just to hang out.
He eventually quit the job, and expected me to do the same.
I couldn't compromise my job for him, and eventually the visits became fewer and farther between.
I felt really empty for awhile.
I guess I'm over it now, but sometimes thinking about it makes me cringe.

So yeah, that was harder than it should have been to type, but in all seriousness, the waitress did drop two pork and sauerkrauts in front of the table and my boss cannot flip eggs on the grill.

cooking pot.

I never realized how much people liked smoking pot, that is until I started working in restaurants.



Restaurant #1: One day a year or so back I went to the freezer to find two of our line cooks in there with dryer sheets in hand smoking pot. Wow.

Another time it was my assistant manager, and in the parking lot, it was our other cook and salad bar guy.

They no longer work there.



Restaurant #2, the one cook bribed the other potheads with buds for favors. Haha. I don't have buds, so I'm usually screwed.



It wasn't peer pressure, but I did try the pot in the parking lot of resaurant #2. Just to try, my friend.

But yeah, I just want to end this post by saying, I do not smoke pot. Ha. Thanks. :)