| | jazzy | Cooks can be some heartless bastards, let me tell you.
In my blog that accompanied the “Occupational Hazards” strip, I went on and on about how tough we cooks are. We keep working after cuts, burns, etc… However, even the toughest immune system is going to fail some times, and a sick day is inevitable.
The thing about kitchens is, that usually there’s just enough staff to get the job done. In many, many, more situations there’s usually not enough staff to get the job done, but, the job gets done (miraculously) anyway. I fucking hate tight-wad owners!! Sooo, naturally when a fellow cook has succumb to some illness, everyone else in the kitchen is pretty much fucked. It’s not like you can shut down the grill because the grill cook is ill, or say, “Sorry, no salads tonight, our pantry guy is out sick this evening” to a customer.
Nope, restaurant life is a much different animal than say you’re average office job. If someone calls out sick in an office, well, that just means there’s a slightly larger than usual pile of papers on their desk, and most of the other employees probably didn’t even realize someone was missing.
So, why do I say we cooks are heartless bastards? In all the places I’ve worked, the person who called out sick then becomes the brunt of much shit-talk; so much so in fact, their congested ears probably rang all day. It never mattered if they were a model employee with a perfect attendance record, shit was spoken. However, it was always in fun, and always understood. The people that had to shoulder the extra work were angry and frustrated, and had to vent.
The cooks in my comic are all loosely based on people I have had the pleasure of working with. This one chef I worked for always said that, “his pussy hurt” whenever a male cook called out, or, “her balls are sore” whenever a female cook called out. It was always good for a laugh. I’m snickering right now as I type this. Yet another cook (who is in my friends list, you know who you are) said one day “maybe he needs some penis-cilin” and I was doubled over with laughter.
At my current job, we huddle around the answering machine in the morning and listen, and laugh at the call-out messages. We even have a running vote as to whose is the most pathetic.
Yup, we’re heartless bastards.
But, sometimes, it’s the only way to stay sane in an insane industry.
PS-None of this applies to G.M’s, they remain cock-suckers.
-Posted on Apr 14, 2008 |
| User: harryq | | 5 | | An excellent rant AND another excellent strip, are we to expect a double blast all the time? 'Cause I can take it! You just keep amazing me. -Posted on Apr 14, 2008 | Only registered members may vote. Sign up here! | |
