I arrived to work on Tuesday at 10, only to learn that the sous chef wasn’t there because he had apparently been in a car accident. I went about setting up the line and the other cook came in early.
Fortunately another cook had just started last Saturday, so he came in a little early as well to help out with the prep tasks (Tuesdays are the worst days because the restaurant has been closed for two days).
So yesterday came and went and there was still no word about his condition, other than that we were informed that the owners decided it was time to let him go. Thank god.
This week has seen us all working long hours again, and for some reason I’ve been the one to come in at 9 a.m. every day of the week, with tomorrow and Saturday offering no reprieve, though it means I’m the first to go home once the rush is over – which is why I’m home right now.