Two chefs
I promised that I would let you know what has happened here recently. According to the psychodrama I start from work, family and private life trinity – sounds familiar guys out there? (And a footnote about this that family and private life could be put together and faith should be the third column – as you like it.)
So, Work. I saw the genuine Bruno. I’ve got a new job at Les Mielles Golf & Country Club, in Roccos restaurant and bar. So I’m getting out of the kitchen I’m serving drinks and light cooked food. Pretty nice jump for me, you know I started at the potato fields here, and I wanted to follow the regular way giving my termination notice, so called resignation notice, two weeks in advance. So I went to the office saying this and after the office, I went to the kitchen and at the end of the shift I told Bruno that I was leaving the place.
Jesus, within a sec his face turned into a furious Greek god’s face and he started teaching me about the right manner, etc. I just thought, what the fuck!, I let ‘m know on time that I could achieve some success, and you know, the first instinctive reaction is always the true. So I saw the true slave keeper Bruno. And the real uproar just burst out couple of days later.
That went like this, Bruno hadn’t been answering my greeting at any time since the night I told him I was finishing at the hotel. That morning the same happened but later on B. just came to me saying something like even if I don’t like him I could have greeted him. Eeerrr, what?! So from this moment I didn’t hold back myself, I was prepared for a moment like this, I made up myself, I won’t show my neck again and I won’t spend my remained time like a slave, and it was time to show him where the new borders are!
In this fierce row, he threw a lot bullshit to me for example, he had looked after me and that was my answer to his generosity. And I told him couple of days ago that I wouldn’t leave the island, which is true, I’m just leaving the hotel, following every details of resignation rules. Pointless to continue what was going on then and there.
But the peak point was when he was coming to me, I was at the sink, and I turned back going toward to him. We met at halfway our faces were about couple of inches from each other, showing to him I wouldn’t step back. I went right up to the line but I didn’t cross it. I showed him I could turn all my muscles, anger against him, and by now I’m quite musclefull guy :-), okay, he is also a sturdy, but you know this kinda stand up is usual among the animals. So I urinated around my new borders of my territory. And believe me, an act like that makes your soul clear and light as well.
By now there is a sort of unspoken agreement between us everyone does their job we communicate about the job, he is the boss in the kitchen, so I do everything properly like before, but no more polite or so called friendly conversation.
But I’m a kinda happy-end-lover guy, so I left a story about another chef in the end. Seven years ago I lived and worked in Cardiff. Once I was at one of the University’s kitchen. I got a two days assignment. Actually the job was dead easy, instead of eight hour shift the half could have been enough, so I had a lot time, and I talked a bit to the head chef and asked him what the hell I could do around there. He gave me a little homework, there was a store room in the kitchen where a huge pile of pots, sauce and fry pans, lids, ladles were chucked in and I was asked to organise somehow, not a big deal, but it was much better than sitting on my ass or bending against the wall and calling out the chef’s disapproval. Above all I just didn’t want to get dead bored.
At that time I was completely alone in Cardiff, I wanted to learn how far I could get with my own strength. I had been looking for work, flat, language school, etc., I wanted to rebuild a pretty nice life. I told these more or less to the head chef, and in the end of the job he came to me congratulated on my work and he told me that I would achieve my goals. Guys, these couple of words gave to me tremendous push and encouragement, and I was going home, actually not going but jumping (Hollywood rulez!).
