Rage!

Shattered. A long weekend behind us now. Getting out of bed today was a struggle, but thank god I've no where to be. I gave up trying to get more sleep on the couch when my little monkey girl was walking all over me feet and elbows in the face. 

For the first time I really lost my temper in work on saturday. To the point that my headchef sent me out for a bit to chill out and get a coffee to calm my nerves. See I've been working with this guy now for 2 months. Supposebly he was a headchef somewhere, but he doesn't have the skill, speed or hygiene level of a head chef, not even a demi like he is now. Somehow he's gone from a head of the kitchen down to a breakfast chef and everything in between. I thought it was meant to go the other way? The constant babysitting in the kitchen while I'm trying to get work done, finally got to boilingpoint and I blew. He's messy, slow, he doesn't have a clue what he's doing, and he burns things. Two months into the job, and he barely knows the menu now. I'm usually quite patient, but he it's not only that he's crap at his job, he makes me worse at mine, because I can't get things done while I'm having to watch him and therefore i get forgetful and distracted. So all that was playing on my mind, and our souz chef was just back from holidays and he can be so very rude to people for no reason at all, and this guy thinks that anytime someone else reads a check, he loses a testical. A ticket came in and I read it out, and by this time I was already pretty annoyed having to put up with this cartoon character I was having to work with.. So I called out the check and my souz chef said something smartarse back at me and I just lost it..." Chill out you stupid *BEEP* *BEEP*, don't even talk to me you *BEEPING* *BEEP*, so sick of listening to your *BEEP* BEEP*, stupid *BEEP* *BEEP's sake*!!!!!!!!!! A lot of kicking fridges and cursing followed and you can be sure that no man in that kitchen was talking to me or trying to get in my way! I finished service an hour later and went downstairs to take a tablet for my headache, and coming up spoke to my headchef who thought it would be good for me to get out for a bit, and he promised by the time I get back the muppet working my station would be sent home. Thank Jeeves for that!

We had a chat about all that at the end of the night, we have done also before, I've not made it any secret that it's just not working out with him, as my headchef says I'm always brutally honest. So the guy is goig on holidays in a weeks time, and he won't be returning. It means more work for me, but also that I know exactly where I stand and that things are gonna get done, and done the way I like it, as I'll be the one doing them. 

I swear I've never had this much trouble trying to work with someone. It's just been unbearable. I've really tried to get on with things and just help him out, but I feel like a right bitch and a bully, cos I have to tell him off all the time, and he's just not got what it takes to work there.