Ugh this place is making me jaded. I can feel it.
For the past two months, the job that I don't have has really been bursting any happy bubbles I've got towards it. I can't stand the food that they make and serve and since 75% of things I make come frozen I in mix packages, my soul as a baker shivers and cringes at attaching my name to such 'pastries'. Frankly it's an abomination.
Hen I first started not working there, ( because that would be illegal and I certainly do NOT break the law) I was thrilled by this owner who wanted me to turn the shop around. New recipes and new cakes and new new new... Everything, yes I had won. Though in retrospect I should have paid closer attention to the little voice inside my head that whispered ' gosh... They certainly have a high staff turn over rate...' lesson learned.
Week after week I would churn out new things, a cappuccino cake one week, dark chocolate baileys cupcakes the next, pâté a choux swans dipped in chocolate with elegant little almond beaks the next and each and every single time Monsieur the owner would sneer and scrutinize my work with a scowl. Luckily, on a day I was feeling particularly grumbly from his dark cloud that's hovers wherever he is, a customer came in and freaked out over my swans. I stood there beaming as he raved on an on and then bought one. The whole time the owner was shrugging and saying little to nothing.
Eventually one day he came up to me. 'what are you doing???!!! I don't want this stuff! See the book here?! (receptive book full of garbage from the 80's) This is what I want you to make! People like this so don't change it!'
I felt like an idiot. My Outer angry girl shell stood there with one leg piped out to the side and my arms crossed defensively across my chest, while I tried to hide my inside thoughts which were a jumble of wanting to cry... An scream and weep and just a little of wanting to rip his stupid mustache off.
I let it go and he walked out I the store for the day. This was the first and certainly not the last time he freaks out on me ( if I had a job that is, which I do not). P.s- the next time would be ' you never put out anything new!! Always stuff from the book!!!!... I dropped my jaw at this one and defended myself to which he huffed and walked away. I digress.
I am very aware that this company is making no money. Rarely selling over 1000$ a day and in such a prime location, I am surprised they are still open at all, he has Told me that his family has wealth so for that I say good for him. The waste from that place is brutal cost effectively and just in general. I do like the staff but certain things weigh on my soul. Like grandpa who speaks little to no English. Work well together in relative silence and laugh at a few things but the fact that he slaps big slabs of raw meat onto the kitchen scales without wiping or anything and they continue on makes the germ freak inside of me faint. Once while explaining to him in the simplest English I could ( and some butchered Spanish) about cross contamination - yeah YOU translate that!) he just laughed and walked away. Sigh.
Today was the last straw.
Since the owner was about a week late with the paychecks. As usual. I kindly aske him for it before I forgot. He came up to me and shrieks " this is how you leave it?! This is how you leave the display case looking?! WELL Is IT?! "
I am simply stunned. I didn't say anything thinking it was rhetorical. Once I realize he was actually wanting me to answer, I stopped staring at his gross mustache and replied ' I guess not no.' " GOOD answer! I don't know what language I have to talk to you in to get it through!" ( he also speaks French) "... I wasn't leaving... I wasn't done yet... I ws just asking for my paycheck...you just assumed I was leaving." and with that he rolled his eyes sneered at me and charged through to the front where he put on a fake smile do sweet it would make you diabetic.
I stood static for a moment and mentally calmed myself down " don't panic miss may its not you it's him. He's an angry man and I would be too if my restaurant was failing. You get good grades and everyone who eats your food loves it. It's jut him. " and with that I walked to the front and asked to speak with him for a moment.
His smile vanishe and he came towards me like a was wearing antlers and had a bullseye around me neck.
Calmly I said
' first of all- you out of walnuts ( he's ALWAYS out of something we need) an secondly I would like to give you my two weeks notice. Thank you for the opportunity but clearly ou ate not happy with my work and I don't think that this place is right for me-" and with that he broke in "- I told you from the beginning! And you never put out anything new and I-"
AND I - ha ha enough do I cut in
" yes if that's how you feel then one that is why I'm giving you my two weeks." and he sneered and said 'fine.'
I am relieved to be free from that place in two weeks and little does he know that I am sitting in my car I front of a prestigious bakery down the way... I definitely don't have an interview here right now and there staff turn over rate is so low, I've been waiting for over a year for this interview. That I don't have.
Today before I left, the new cook ( old one worked there four months n left) was freestyle rapping suing ' frump frumpy, she likes her oatmeal lumpy' ... Thank you baby jebus for getting me outta there.
