A minor request

[monkeystyle]

Applied for a job as a sous-chef at a British style pub. I have bar experience but aside from my own cooking that I do, I had almost zero formal experience.

So I walked in, shot off my mouth said I could do everything no problem. He said I had no experience (was anticipating this), so I told him I'd work tonight for free. Motherfucker tried to kill me. The 11 hour shift was bad enough, but at five pm he threw me to the wolves.

I am happy though to report that I fucking rocked it, just barely. Served about 250 people tonight by myself. Nearly walked out at one point but I just buckled down and nailed that shit. He's not done with me yet though. Apparently brunch is stupid busy so I have to be in a 6am tomorrow for a 9am opening.

Gonna die.

 

[Mike Chaos]

Wow. Good luck. I know what it is like to cook nonstop for hours so I can relate to a certain point.

 

[monkeystyle]

If it was anything but pub food I would have died for sure.

 

[...god...]

Apparently brunch is stupid busy so I have to be in a 6am tomorrow for a 9am opening.

Gonna die.

You have to work this for free too?

 

[monkeystyle]

Yup. I feel like I've was bent over my cutting board and violated sans lube today.

I got the job, but on a probationary type thing.

Gonna go pick dried fish batter out of my knuckle hair and go to bed meow.