Store Wars: The Cook Awakens

"Applyin' Through The Plaza With My woes"

D#310:

With the draft coming three weeks from now, I can only imagine the changes that will soon follow. I mean with no due respect, but how will the store survive without the leadership of Jack, or the tardiness of Rufus, or the major help that Charles offers?

We already lost Lil J, because he took the nickname 'Lil Macklemore' literary and is now about to drop the hottest mixtape of the century.

I mean, where are the strong leaders like Annette or Erick, or the innovators like David or Reese? They don't simply grow on trees.

To this day we still haven't recovered from losing Nussat and Jorge.

The more I think about it, this place is going downhill. Corporate just came in and fucked it up more; the only thing they did is paint a few things and that's all.

There's only one thing left for me to do beforethis Titanic meets it's tragic and poultry filled ending...     

D#311:

Guess Marcos didn't get the memo that watching pornography while working on the line is and forever will be inappropriate.

Normally while there are no tickets to be done, most cooks refill their line or clean. Of course Marcos on the other hand, goes to Brazzers and looks up midget porn. If that wasn't taking it too far, the guy wanted to plug his phone into some speakers, so our customers could pleasantly listen to the videos he likes.

Quite honestly I'm not worried about our customers but rather I'm worried about Marcos.

Why you ask?

Because any day now, while surfing through Brazzers, he might just find Jack's porno and that to me, would be a personal nightmare.

P.S. Who in the fuck has membership to Brazzers? Does the guy not know Pornhub exists?  

D#312:

Rufus Turkeyham is officially a douche.

Not only did the guy come in late today, but left work early because he fell 'sick.'

Long story short, the guy came in obviously tired from a night of partying and kept complaining how sleepy he felt.

So halfway of prepping some macaroni and cheese, Rufus said he smelled something foul in the kettle, and it made him 'sick' beyond belief.

The guy pretended to be sick, and when he realized that Heather (the assistant manager) wasn't buying it, he went to the lobby and pretended to throw up. You should've seen his face once Heather gave him the ok to leave. Literary it seemed like the guy had found some new found energy and in less than three minutes, the guy was already in his truck, bumping to a no-talent rapper named Desiigner.

Oh but Rufus was so 'sick' that he took some French fries home and had the balls to come up to my face and tell me to finish his prep.

I'm not joking, the guy left a mess everywhere and he expected me to finish it for him.

Unbelievable. 

D#314:

Tonight I've saw what could probably be the nastiest shit this world has ever seen. I believe that if Chef Gordon Ramsey saw what I saw tonight, he would've burned this restaurant down to the ground.