| | jazzy | I’m a pretty easy going guy in the kitchen. I get along with most everyone: dishwashers wait staff, as well as my fellow cooks. Always have. I’ve worked with some cooks/chefs that were real pricks, who had that whole ‘us against them’, adversarial mentality with the front of the house. It just doesn’t make sense to be that way. Like it or not, we’re all on the same “team” and striving towards the same “goal”. Not to mention… a pissed off server can really make ones’ life hell, and I don’t need that. Believe me when I say, those aforementioned cooks/chefs that were pricks… shit was always fucked up, nights were never smooth and the customers always complained. It’s as if the customers sensed the tension in the air and wanted in on the action.
With all that being said, allow me to say…
I FUCKING HATE G.M’s!!
In my experience they’re: two-faced, self-serving, lazy, dip-shit, weasels.
I don’t know why they illicit such feelings of angst in me. Perhaps it’s the fact that in a restaurant everyone is busting their humps, doing physical, strenuous labor and these jokers in their fancy dress clothes aren’t?
Now granted, in war, you can’t expect a General to be out on the battlefield. They’re too crucial to the cause, to be lost in battle. But, a General usually has earned his stripes and commands respect. A G.M. on the other hand, is a glorified waiter who’s kissed the right asses, and sold someone some bullshit to be where they are. Most times it’s better that they don’t get their manicured hands dirty anyway. They usually just fuck up matters even worse.
Let me put it this way…if you are a cook reading this, who would you rather hear called out sick on any given night- the dishwasher or the G.M.? If you are a member of the front of the house, who would you rather hear called out- your busser/runner or the G.M.?
I thought so!!
This strip is based on a true event in my life, when a G.M. decided…NO MORE SHIFT DRINKS! A few of the cooks were taking advantage and ruined it for everyone. Concerned about the restaurant’s liquor cost, he, in his infinite wisdom, decided to “cut us off”! However, this same douche would order the most expensive items on the menu nightly (always when we were breaking down I might add) and never pay a dime.
Anyway,
His body never was found!
-Posted on Apr 06, 2008 |
| User: Tiger_Black | | | | I worked with a guy who included a little love letter with our paychecks once detailing why we were all lazy assholes who were running his place in to the ground. Also if you didn't work five consecutive hours, you couldn't have a shift meal, nor could we cook our own meals. So he staggered everyone's shifts so basically no one ate. -Posted on Jan 04, 2009 | | User: Croi Dhubh | | 5 | | I hear you and feel your pain, man. Like Vinny alway says, "Nothing that a fat dick in the pooper won't fix!" -Posted on Apr 13, 2008 | | User: harryq | | 5 | | A great comic AND a fabulous rant!!!! You said weasel, too. It don't get no better than this! -Posted on Apr 06, 2008 | | User: MOrgan | | 5 | -Posted on Apr 06, 2008 | Only registered members may vote. Sign up here! | |
