Speaking of chefs... what is this thing all about where they call each other "Chef"? Seriously. Because I have been masquerading as a chef as opposed to actually being one I assumed the first time someone called me "chef" they were taking the piss. Like they had seen my inner smirk at wearing a chef outfit when I am as much a chef as I am a fighter pilot.
However I quickly realised that this is simply what they call each other. You can have five chefs in a kitchen and someone says "Hey chef" and five chefs get whiplash. What is going on?
I've been a tradesman and I know it doesn't happen there. Imagine it:
"Hey Plumber. How are you?"
"Yeah good, Plumber, real good. Hey look - bloody Bricklayer's late again."
Etc.
I basically bailed on the Opera House gig because the new team moved in quick and fast and I know I can't get away with this any longer. I'm going for a part time job as a barista at a pretty cool sounding organic cafe tomorrow. I used to be pretty good at banging out quality coffee, so I'm hoping it all comes back to me.
Thing is, I now have another 14 hour shift at the Opera House with the new guys. I'll do that day, but I'm going to have to tell them that I'm a freelance writer who doesn't make enough money from writing alone. Happy to work there, I just don't want anyone to call me chef.
Which means taking off my chef outfit.
Which means cooking in the nude.
Hmm.
6 comments:
mind the fat spits...
Sarah? Sarah?? SARAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now see all the tourists head for the Opera House...
By the way, did Sydney get that hail yesterday?
Who is Sara?
No hail in Sydney at all. However I still have in my freezer a couple of hailstones from a totally freak hailstorm about five years ago that wrecked large parts of Sydney. Seriously the size of crickets balls. It was a frightening and bizarre experience. normal hail just looks like a joke, having been through that.
You know, you could get a little chef's hat for "the chef downstairs"...
"Little"? Fuck you.
:)
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