For the most part, Chef (that is what my instructor will be called) is fairly lenient and unbiased with us. Yesterday however, was an irritating issue altogether. A fellow student, whom we will call Bossy, proved to me that she is clearly the teacher's pet and that she needed to have someone or something kick her in the backside to get her to do something.
Just to preface this story a little, we are preparing for a big banquet this next Friday, and each student has a project to accomplish for this dinner. Over 600 people will be attending this dinner (including the school president, and vice presidents) at $125/person. Needless to say it is a big deal and it takes a lot of work. At the beginning of the dinner is something called a Garde Manger (Guar-Muh-Zhe) Reception. Essentially it is a cold hors d'eurve reception. Each student has about 5 different things to make and then arrange them beautiffully on platters and such betwen two, themely decorated 8 ft. banquet tables.
Now, back to Bossy. Yesterday we all got started working on our projects, or at least what we could make a week ahead of time. My project includes a lot of seafood, as does Bossy's. There is only so much we can make a week ahead with out them going bad. I hate the fact that I don't have tons to do, because that means I am going to be slammed right before the dinner. I still found something to do--even if it meant two hours of project, six hours of washing everyone else's dishes. What did Bossy do? She went to Walmart a couple of times on errands for Chef or whomever else needed something that wasn't in the kitchen at the time. In between those two trips she sat on her roast--right in front of Chef, went outside about a dozen times and smoked a pack of cigarettes, sat on her roast some more--right in front of Chef, did I mention she went outside and smoked, or that she sat on her roast?
Chef said nothing. Somehow someone told him that I was back there washing dishes all night, so he makes a comment, not sure if it was meant to be sarcastic or funny, (which it wasn't) "I hear you're quite the dishwasher!" What I said and what I wanted to say were two very different things. I said, "I didn't have anything else to do, might as well." What I should have said, "Didn't feel as though I could sit and do nothing all night like some do!" Obviously Bossy was sitting right there.
I have no backbone I have decided. I can talk big, but backdown at the first chance to let out how I really feel. Clearly Bossy is the teacher's pet, and maybe by saying something I would somehow end up getting the grunt of it anyway. Anyone else sitting down for even a minute would have recieved the one-two punch from Chef in three seconds. Why should Bossy be any different?!