the ladies of bouley.

last night at work was pretty awful. waiters screwed up far too many of our tables. my boss was yelling and cursing in german to everyone in the front of the house and he walked out. for a split second i thought he left for good but he came back a few minutes later. it was that kind of night. so to celebrate my new amazing work friend, kara, and i went out drinking. when you get chefs together and involve alcohol there will be too much talk about work. but i feel like her and i are on the same page. we are sick of the way everyone else is doing things and we plan of fixing them. we are going to be those bitches that the rest of the kitchen hates but we are okay with that. i'm not here to make friends.

being hungover at work makes me crabby. there was some yelling and many angry notes written and left for the morning people. work beth is very different from normal beth. if i am going to do this i am going to do it my way. and people should just get use to that.

then tonight at work i was talking to my boss. he pretty much told me that he really likes what i am doing and appreciates that i have stepped up and wants me to push everyone else even harder to not only be clean but to multitask. (which is mind blowing for me. i can have 3 different projects going on at once. i don't understand why these people can only make one recipe at a time) it's nice having my hard work acknowledged every once in a while.

boats. service. sweaty head.