Ever wonder what it's like to be in management but really not have that much power at all? Welcome to my life...no I do not work in an office so that TV show The Office means nothing to me. Yet, in my position, if I want to fire somebody I have to follow the same, excuse me, BULL SHIT, guidelines and ask my HR if it is OK to do so. I don't even have an email address, someone upstairs deemed it not necessary.
REALLY...I can't imagine why the food cost has dropped 31% for the year since I walked thru the doors, but whatever. I can't imagine why we have lower seafood prices across the board and we have a different produce company to order from, but again, whatever. Those new cheaper, better quality pots and pans the kitchen ordered from a new company instead of the same old guys who wouldn't give us a better deal, can't imagine who helped with that one either.
On to the point I guess, see this particular sous chef doesn't have keys to any of the locks in the establishment. Keys go missing and I'm forced to play bitch to my GM, whom by the way just got back from his vacation yesterday, but more on that in a minute. The keys disappear and I'm playing Sherlock fucking Holmes, vying for clues from every cook, dishwasher, bartender and bus boy.
I even went so far as to call one of the bartenders from Saturday to ask if he had the keys, and he even gave me permission to search his locker. I did not do that though, I believed the guy and I'm just not that into going into other peoples belongings...unless I smell something in the locker that shouldn't be there, get that? The keys magically reappear at 4pm...when all the servers clock in. Gee, can someone just step up and just say they took them home by accident? I can't stand that someone is dodging the blame.
Back to my GM coming back from vacation, remember that tale of the cat being away and...well, you get the point. Yeah, it was something like that last week, but as soon as the cat comes back it has to sniff out its territory and find out that the mice have been running wildly while it was gone. Just imagine what the cat does when it gets back, just saying that it pisses everywhere would be an understatement. The man was all over the restaurant, and no I will not go into detail because that just wouldn't be right.
But let's just say that it's frustrating to see someone come back and get into my shit, even though when he was gone everything ran beautifully. And one more Mad Chef Deep Thought for the day...ever thought that the fact this place doesn't need you 24/7 is a testament to your training and ability to hire good people, instead of a threat to your Eric Cartman-style "authori-tay?"
Just wondering.
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