Cooking Up A Promotion

| Working | December 17, 2013

(I’ve just turned 18. I am working at a restaurant owned by one of the instructors at the culinary school I attended. I’ve just graduated. I am usually very even tempered. Due to my work ethic and ability I’ve been put in charge of training interns from the school. The latest intern in my class is in his 30s. We’ve just been hit with a huge lunch rush. It’s just him, the owner, and me. I’m on grill with over 30 orders; he’s on pantry with 4.)

Me: “Hey. Your order’s a little wrong. That sandwich doesn’t come with pickles or onions, and it says blue cheese, not ranch. They’re labeled.”

Intern: “Man, why don’t you back the h*** off! All you guys been doin’ is bossin’ me around and ordering like I’m some kind of slave! I’m workin’ hard compared to your lazy a**!”

Me: “You know what? I’ve had enough of your d*** complaining! I’m swamped over here with orders. You can’t manage to make a simple turkey sandwich without screwing it up. I know you’re older than me. We were at the same level in school. Here, I’m your supervisor. My coworkers and I have been doing our best to train you for when you enter the field. Every time one of us says ANYTHING to you, you get defensive and berate us for no reason. Frankly, if it were up to me, you’d have failed your internship here. I don’t have the time nor patience for your s*** today. So, shut your d*** mouth and focus on the work we’ve given you!”

Intern: *silently gets back to work*

(I realized that I just lost it and cursed in front of the owner. He has been taking orders this whole time and silently listening to us. I turned to him slowly and wide eyed. He gives me a grin and thumbs up. Just over two years later I’m now catering and banquet supervisor, and kitchen manager when the boss isn’t in!)

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