EveryDayAmnesiac
I guess I just wasn't made for these times.
My friends and fiancé have been telling me that I should. Especially since I've worked in so many lowball kitchens where I've seen the worst of the worst. Mice, rats, cockroaches, flies, three-month-old fryer oil, grills with mold, guys scratching their ass and balls and nose and then going back to work, chefs who cared more about the profit margin because they got a percentage of that instead of caring about the cleanliness of the kitchen.
You know what tends to happen in a kitchen? The owner wants Chef Ramsay level of clean. But they won't pay for it. So they kick the workers out 15 minutes after closing time. And they're passing the savings on to you!
My story would basically say that you need to learn to cook. Yeah, maybe it's not fun. Maybe it's a lot of work. Maybe you hate it. Welcome to planet fucking Earth.
So feel free to tell me to go fuck my pretentious butthole off. I could give two shits. Honesty is like, totally cool, bro.
20 years have I worked in that industry. Do you want to hear some stories?
You know what tends to happen in a kitchen? The owner wants Chef Ramsay level of clean. But they won't pay for it. So they kick the workers out 15 minutes after closing time. And they're passing the savings on to you!
My story would basically say that you need to learn to cook. Yeah, maybe it's not fun. Maybe it's a lot of work. Maybe you hate it. Welcome to planet fucking Earth.
So feel free to tell me to go fuck my pretentious butthole off. I could give two shits. Honesty is like, totally cool, bro.
20 years have I worked in that industry. Do you want to hear some stories?