So, here it is... Wednesday.  The 'member tasting' was on Monday.  I worked 12 hours off the clock on Sunday, then 12 hours on Monday to make sure the tasting went off without a hitch... and it did!

After the 10th and final course went out... I went downstairs and was applauded (as I posted before).  When I returned to the kitchen, I turned to Andrew, gave him a high-five... applauded him and said he was a Rock Star!  "Great job Andrew!!!  We did it!  Lynsey bought me a bottle of wine to celebrate... would you like a glass of wine?"  Now mind you, I had been in the kitchen for 12 hours, Andrew for 6 hours.  He replied "No thanks! Yeah... we did it... but I gotta go pick up my son."... "Well, great job!" I said... then he left.

Apparently, the next day... he went to the General Manager Tim (I'll get to him in a minute)... and tried to get me FIRED for offering him, then myself partaking in a glass of wine while ON THE CLOCK.  (Funny thing is... I never clocked in... I just went strait to work)

This is a guy who has gotten away with doing the absolute MINIMUM of work for the last year, whom I have put up with, and on the days he actually DOES his job, gave credit for... You know what Andrew?  Fuck me once... shame on you... Fuck me twice?  Shame on me... guess what... it AIN'T gonna happen TWICE!!!


I was legitimately thanking him and celebrating what has been a major event... and he tries to get me fired for it!  What an ASS-HOLE!!!  OK Andrew... DONE with you!!!


So, after Lynsey filled me in on the Andrew trying to get me fired thing...  She proceeded to tell me that everyone loved the food at the tasting, but that TIM (remember Tim?... I mentioned him earlier in this post), and Jessica (what her qualifications are I STILL don't know)...  Could I change up the menu?  Could I reduce it?  Could I.....


I stopped her at that point and said... "You know what?  I'm DONE!  I'm not frustrated with you (Lynsey).  I have KILLED myself putting together a menu that is High-Profit and one day prep.  I have spent over 100 hours putting this shit together... not counting COOKING AT HOME off the clock... These people don't have a clue and have been jerking me around.  They WANT caviar, but they want to pay for deviled-ham.  Tell you what... tell them they can buy Stouffer's frozen lasagna... frozen everything... canned everything... throw it in the nuker... and put it on a plate.  I'm not changing the menu... I'm not compromising on prep time.  It is what it is... and if they can't accept it, then what the fuck-ever... I'm DONE!"

I told Josh and Tat about my evening... then asked them if I was being melodramatic...  at which point both of them about slapped me upside the head and said "NO!!!  This is what we've been warning you about for the last 5 months!!!  These people have NO idea what they are doing and they are TOTALLY taking advantage of you!!!  Kick them to the curb!!!"


So, in about 4 weeks, Josh, Tatiana, Phoenix and Aiden will be moving back to Los Angeles.  I will have to make a decision.  Do I ride it out here in Bartlesville at the Copper where the people making the decisions have no idea what the fuck they're doing?  Or... do I impose on my sweet sister and try to get a job cooking (I'll most likely start as a dishwasher at Arby's) and hope that I can get out of her hair fast enough to not damage the only family I have left???


Long post... I know... But any insight from people I know and love would not be a bad thing right now...