I used to work in a restaurant kitchen. The owner KNEW how she wanted her kitchen run!
She caused big stress for some of the kitchen employees. She didn’t mean it, I’m sure, but she sure could do it.
At least once a month, one of the women who worked in Minnie’s restaurant kitchen went home in tears.
It was Minnie’s kitchen and Minnie knew how it was supposed to run.
It probably didn’t help that Minnie also used to be a drill sergeant in the army. Well, at least, it didn’t help us.
So, one day Minnie was yelling (again.) “You girls is so slow,” or maybe it was, “You girls is so sloppy!” (It was always one of the two.)
And the other kitchen worker had left already, in tears.
And I said (with a big smile), “Minnie, if we work neat, you say: You girls is so slow. And if we work fast, you say: You girls is so sloppy.”
Then we just looked at each other for about a minute, and Minnie started Continue reading