Chef Smelly Ass pulled me aside for a chat. Evidently four people in the kitchen have a problem of how I say things to them. My delivery is hurting their feelings. Here’s one example...
I asked Oscar why he put orange cheese in the chicken cannelloni filling. (p.s. for those of you that don’t know, it’s an Italian dish no cheddar cheese goes near any Italian dish - EVER) He said, “It’s not orange cheese it’s cheddar and adds a nice flavor. (Mild cheese adds flavor? Oh, okay....)There are many variations of how to make it, and this is how it’s made in Production, and for your information, everybody loves it.
I asked, “Am I one of the "everybody"?”
Well that comment along with some other spicy conversations put me in the spotlight.
Chef Smelly Ass overheard this exchange and he stated he didn’t see it as particularly offensive. Yet, Oscar thought I was questioning his cooking ability and was challenging. Chef Smelly Ass concluded by saying no matter how good someone is, or how well they can cook, if they’re a problem, it’s like cancer, he’s gonna have to cut it out.
I said, “Chef, look at me, I can’t change. You’re leaving for vacation in a few days and I feel bad you have to deal with this pettiness right now. I’ll keep all my dialogue to “hello & good bye” from here on out. But as far as Oscar goes, I’m not his supervisor nor do I sign his checks, why does he care what I say? And, no I’m not apologizing to him.”
I excused myself and left.
Chef Smelly Ass continued to sit there rubbing his face looking out the window, trying to figure out what the hell he’s gonna do.
(everything in parenthesis was not uttered, but was probably written all over my face)
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