As a kitchen hand, I don't ever have to deal with the customers...
I have to deal with their messy entrails of chewing gum, sticking plasters, upset waitresses...

What really gets to you after a while is the invisibility of what you do, you can work your fingers to the bone, slave yourself to death, and no-one even knows you exist to thank you.

It mightily fucks me off, when during a rush, I have had to fill your order very quickly (as well as washing dishes, I prepare small items, such as entrées, small desserts, salads...), I have had to move heaven and earth to find all the ingredients, because we are running low, heat everything up, present it nicely, while you sit on your smug arse, I send it out to you, at the right temperature, beautifully presented, a bit of extra this or that because I've kept you waiting.

You fucking eat a third of it, and leave. I wash your fucking plate, knowing my hard work has not only gone unnoticed, but completely unappreciated. If you ever work in a kitchen, be nice to the plate monkey, he really needs it.

Length? Irrelevant, it's only a hollow shell after all.
(Harleif Skankhammer II was killing time at, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 10:23, 3 replies)

Not to mention the hours...

A good friend of mine is a 'carrot chopper'

(He's actually a head chef at a top hotel in Leeds but it wouldn't do to give him an over-inflated ego would it?)

and the hours he works are appalling. His job rules his life - weekends, Christmas, Shitty shifts all over the place.

I could never do that job, so I salute you sir.

*salutes 'til arm gets tired*
( Pooflake braces for an onslaught..., Wed 10 Sep 2008, 10:32, closed)

as a woman who loves her food
i very rarely leave food when i go for a meal. i also make a point of sending my compliments to the chef, especially if my blue steak is actually blue, rather than just a little bit under well done.
i won't be going out for meals anymore, though; my stomach is now the size of a small peach.
i like my food too much :(
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 12:50, closed)

Thanks pooflake
Yeah, everyone compliments the chef.

Even when it's me what made the dish. :,(

I suppose it's like editing a film, if you do it right, no-one knows you've done anything at all, if you cock up, people call you an incompetent amateur.
(Harleif Skankhammer II was killing time at, Wed 10 Sep 2008, 23:38, closed)