I was working at a Thai restaurant. I didn’t have a whole lot of experience, but most of the employees were from Thailand, and they needed a frontman who spoke good English.
One day, not many people were coming in, so one of the managers asked me in busted-up English to help cut chicken — medium-thin pieces, not much instruction. So, I followed the other sous-chef’s example. Apparently, that was too thick.
The manager came back in and lost it. She started by loudly saying they were too thick while holding up fistfuls of raw chicken and throwing a few pieces on the floor and in the sink like a four-year-old. I could see customers coming to the front, so I told her we’d continue this later, but she blocked the exit and continued to rant.
Next, she paced around the kitchen while grumbling and pulling at her hair with her raw chicken-covered hands, ignoring the line of customers. Eventually, she sent the sous chef, who didn’t speak much English, to the front, and demanded I stir a big pot of soup for the rest of the day.
As I was stirring the soup, [Manager] went back to chastising me in some language I couldn’t understand, pacing, and grumbling in a tone your parents may have used when you pissed the bed at age three.
She then looked at the chicken on the cutting board, turned to me, and said:
Manager: “We can’t let [Boss] see this.”
She then proceeded to pick up pieces of chicken, toss them onto the drain in the middle of the kitchen floor, and waffle-stomp them through the grate.
I angrily told her to stop it and grow up, but she shot back with, “Back to pot!” in a glass-shattering voice and continued to stomp the chicken down the drain. After she had stomped a bunch of chicken down the drain, it clogged, so she went over to the sink and started mashing pieces of chicken down that drain with her palms.
[Manager] harassed me for the rest of the day and kept coming back up to me with pieces of chicken in her hands, holding them inches from my face, and yelling about how thick they were.
As she started angrily hacking away at the rest of the chicken with a cleaver, she kept muttering:
Manager: “If [Boss] was here, he would say, ‘You’re fired!’ That is what he would say!”
When people out front ordered chicken dishes, I heard her apologizing.
Manager: “Oh, I so sorry the chicken so ugly. F****** [My Name] cut it so bad! I not know why [Boss] not fire him!”
Eventually, [Boss] came back, and here’s what he saw. The soup I was stirring was burnt, and none of the dishes were done. I had tried a few times to turn the soup off and start the dishes, but [Manager] would come charging back in, brandishing a rice paddle, and screeching, “Back to pot! Back to pot!” Also, the sous chef who didn’t speak English was out front having a terrible day.
[Manager] tried to cover her a***, but [Boss] went through the security footage and saw the whole thing. He told the sous chef and me that we could leave early, and we heard them yelling in some language I couldn’t understand as we left.
The next day, the health inspector came. Imagine his surprise when he walked in to the smell of rotting chicken, while two employees were fishing mangled pieces of chicken out of the floor and sink drain. The inspector nearly reported the restaurant. [Manager] was fired soon thereafter.