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Payback is a Pickle...
December 18, 2007

Someone needs to send out Animal Control to put a scope on me and drop me with a tranquilizer dart. I am trying to do 34567 things at once, and I am really quite unpleasant to be around.

It was a tough night last night. And I have to take most of the blame. It was a packed house, and the 16 top reservation were a rude and hard to satisfy. But I did not help the situation. I was terse, demanding and impatient.

And I don't like when I get that way. We have an awesome crew - not prefect, as no one ever is - but they work hard, very hard. But yesterday's mix was not a good one. The prep was not completed, and the new server on the floor, who said they knew the menu like the back of their hand, did not. It created confusion and frustration for everyone. And it put me in that mood. And that's just so not productive. People walk on egg shells and feelings get hurt, and I really just need to be smacked upside the head and told to go sit in the corner.

In an attempt to give myself a time-out and remove myself from the situation I stepped away from the action to go put stock away, another task that had not been finished. And because I was snarly and impatient I got a little carried away in the cooler and knocked over a jar of pickles, which sent a good quart of pickle juice into my left shoe.

So as I was walking across the kitchen to grab some paper towels, I had the unforunate sound of... well let's just say it... flatulence... coming out of my shoe every time I took a step. And it wasn't long before everyone noticed and stopped to stare. And I could hear the whispers and see the eyes darting back and forth.

"Um. Was that?.... Did you just?... are you?.... and ohmygod it smells like pickle juice!"

I sighed heavily and dropped my head. "No, it was not. I did not. I am not. But yes, you do smell pickle juice. I spilled it in my shoe."

It was silent for a moment until someone guffawed and they all burst out in laughter. And then they made fun of me - mercilessly - and I deserved it.


Posted by Foodwhore at December 18, 2007 09:51 AM

Everyone gets in a snit at some point,,,,at least you recognize it. Doesn't sound to me like you take yourself too seriously. The 'pickle incident' kind of broke the mood and it's good that you saw the humor in that.

The food industry is HARD work mentally and physically and sometimes that crap just backs up on you.

Merry Christmas! I love your postings

Posted by: sue.g at December 21, 2007 05:52 AM

Merry Xmas and Happy Holidays to The Food Whore :) Pickles be damned!

Posted by: Shelley at December 21, 2007 06:51 AM

It's like pickles have some sort of karmic vendetta against you. Have a Merry Christmas anyway! :-)

Posted by: RLR at December 21, 2007 09:58 AM

 
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