Don’t Hate Me Because I’m Tall
My first real cooking job was at a very high end country club. We’re talking $25,000 imitation fee, bottles of wine in the thousands of dollars, waygu beef on the menu high end.
I hadn’t cooked in a high end place like that but I knew how to run a grill and cook eggs and did really well on a pre-employment personality test to the chef took a chance and hired me. It was pretty awesome really.
I learned a ton of stuff, got to see things like foi gras and within 6 months I went from not really knowing anything to being essentially the saucier. Then the chef that hired me got promoted and moved to a different club. The new guy was a complete tool. Hate me because I’m tall and he wasn’t.
Completely refused to accept that I was a student and literally scheduled me every shift that I wasn’t in class. I tried very hard to work things out but he flat out refused to follow through with anything.
So I walked on him. I missed the club environment but god it felt good leaving him to rot. He was fired in less than a year. Story credit: Reddit / ChefRoquefort