i had a plated luncheon at noon. and every now and then, this guy comes to spraw the hood vents above the equipment. he decided today would be a good day to do that at 10:30. so he covers all the equipment with plastic and tells me im pretty much assed out of doing my job.

i do special functions that have start and end times. its not like cooking at a restaurant so much as catering parties. so when the piece of paper states its at noon, it better be out by noon or 3 people wanna know what's fucked up.

so he's yelling at me and telling me he doesnt like my attitude and shit and i told him "go away, dude go away" then he starts tell me how i cant talk to him like that and wants to see the chef. at this point i was ready to combust. but, he got his shit out of the way in time and everything was fine.

You missed out the bit with the knives and the hot oil.