I think the moon is getting the best of us! We’re all at each other’s throats, Kool Aid’s cried 2 times already, Henry just stormed out the back door, and Chef is passed out on the floor in the office. Telulah said Chef threw a fish across the kitchen earlier, and Delroy picked it up and ran it through the dish machine without saying a word.
Round Guy got so nervous he cut the tip of his finger off, and I had to cauterize it on the flat top to stop the bleeding.
I heard a slam on the back door, and what I found when I got out there was a giant garbage bag full of rotten fish scraps. I don’t know what the hell is going on!
I am just going to keep my head down and try not to make eye contact with anyone. I hope Butts doesn’t come in tonight. That would just be a total kick in the dick.
I’ll write about food tomorrow. I’m done for the night.
I still have no idea what’s going on, and I really don’t care. I’m minding my own business.
G: I need you to find someone to cover for Henry on Thursday, Friday and maybe Saturday night. Also, what’s going on with the pastry-chef-search nonsense?
Ok, I will ask Sam if he can come in between him, Round Guy and Garcia, we should be good. I have a stack of resumes I am going through and will be making calls and setting up interviews tomorrow.
[...] business. In any case, he is right. The kitchen is in a deep blue funk. It could be the moon, like Georgina says, or perhaps it has something to do with groundhogs. But whatever the reason, people around [...]