Saturday, October 08, 2005

Teacher's Pet

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?!

9 comments:

Jaime said...

Well, I figured I would be the first to respond on your blog. Congrats on starting it! I honestly can't stand people who are "favorites." I work with some of those too. They will sit around doing nothing or just talking for hours, and then the second I get to sit down for two seconds my boss calls me on it. I hate that! Also, I just want to throw this out there...I HATE DOING DISHES! It is one of my least favorite things to do. So, sorry you got stuck doing all that. Speaking of crayons, did you get your windshield fixed, or am I going to have to kick your butt? :)

Streets of Belfast said...

What's wrong with your windshield? and I agree with jaime, dishes suck. Glad you decided to join the blog world.

Nemesis said...

Ah, you have joined us. Now we can teach you the secret things we cannot teach others!

And I'm so sorry about the teacher's pet. I don't know what to tell you on that one. Just you be sure not to help her at all if her stuff falls to crap this week.

And good luck! I'm so jealous that I won't be at that dinner!!!

foodie said...

I am glad you found me. I mistakenly put the wrong link to me, but yout two have been around and know how things work!

I got another stinking rock chip in my windshield! It happened on the way up to the summer activity and I haven't had time to fix it. Jaime keeps yelling at me, and so I actually have time to go do it, so that's where I am off to!

Shameonyou said...

I am always the favorite. :D
So really I don't know what youre complaining about LOL.

Ave Dawg said...

Sorry about your teacher's pet. Do you need me to send a little muscle her way?

kristen said...

'Bossy' will get hers eventually. Lazy pieces of crap don't get very far in life. You'll be the one with the job offers, not her.

So is blogging the thing now? I'm feeling a little behind. I guess this is a good way to keep in touch with you.........

Nemesis said...

Okay. I think we have a very good first post going on here. People have responded, all is well.

Now would be the time when you write another one!

kristen said...

I'd have to agree with Nemesis.....where's the blogs?