I’ve finally gotten the chance to sit down and catch up with what’s going on. I’ve finally come back from New York in a carbohydrate daze from all the great pizza and bagels, because I had to hit up the clichés while I was in town visiting friends and family. Here’s what happened my first day back at work.
Let’s all keep in mind that I’m fairly new to working the line. I am a pastry cook by trade. So, when I finally get back to work I was not expecting to be the only one working the line. Nevertheless, there I was working three different stations because the rest of the staff was away at two different catering events. Talk about a busy week. Half way through the lunch rush, I managed to burn the outside of two burgers with the inside still raw (yep, had my heat up too high). My boss, a 60 something year old man, pulls me aside. I am fully prepared to get chewed out, aware that I completely deserve it as well as thoroughly pissed off with myself. Instead this is the conversation that followed:
“Emily, are you feeling a little stressed?”
“Yes, chef, a bit,” cue my face turning tomato red. My boss shakes his head and leans in really close.
“Well, you have three options. You need to start-up smoking again, take a Xanax, or get you some weed. If you get some weed, don’t get that cheap shit. Make sure it’s the good stuff.”
Welcome to the food industry, where illegal activities are endorsed by your boss. Let’s just all take a second to appreciate the humor in the fact that by boss was probably a wild crazy kid back in his day. For those of you who’re wondering, I didn’t follow through with any of his suggestions. While some people can cook like champions while half in the sack, this girl can’t. I find that I work better, the more organized I am.