greeting.

HELLO!
I have pictures of some food I made.
You will be dazzled.

I'll put them up as soon as I find my camera chord.

Also, I have a new waitress story.
It just happened last night, of course. :)

This will all be up soon.

A watched pot never boils,

but I think the waitresses feel they have the power to cook by staring.

There is nothing more irritating than when a waitress types in an order and hands it to me and it's something like a steak WELL.
Well done does not take 4 minutes, stupid.

After putting in an order for steak well done, the waitress comes back less than five minutes later and stares.
She stares and stares and asks if her food was done.

Hey, blondie, if your WELL DONE STEAK was done in five minutes, it probably was still faintly mooing.
If it was done, I would put your food in the window. Jeez.

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.

What's up, stupid?

Okay, there's this waitress.
Dumb as rocks, of course.

WAITRESS: This lady wants a pizza with anchovies.
ME: We don't have anchovies. It's not even on the menu. Ask if she wants something else.
WAITRESS: What is an anchovy?
ME: It's sort of like a type of fish.
WAITRESS: Can you substitute other fish for it?
ME: Like what, baked haddock?
WAITRESS: Umm.. could you?
ME: No, you can't do that! It's like substituting peas for peppers!
WAITRESS: Oh, I didn't think they'd be any different.

DUMB, DUMB, DUMB!

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.

flashback. or something.

One time I working down in the ice cream shop.
It wasn't busy so I punched out, but stayed to talk to my supervisor.

I told her I'd sweep but while doing it I put quarters in the jukebox.
I sang and danced to RESPECT by Aretha Franklin, although it wasn't until the next day I found out there are video cameras down there.

I got to work and all I here are people singing.. "whatchu want, baby I got it".
I had a hard time living that one down. haha.