Picture the scene.
You've just started a new job, it's your first week. Your boss comes in on her day off already annoyed at having to be there because the person managing the entire hotel seems to have had a massive brain fart and thought he could mess with her rota's and produce orders ... wanker.
Anyways...
New guy comes in, says he needs Friday off, it's really important. His awesome boss asks him what's going on that he gives her 2 days notice to cover his shift, it must be something super important.
Sure he says, mega important ... his exact words, mega important.
His awesomely amazing boss asks for details, by now she's excited and wants to know what fun thing could possibly be going on.
I'm meeting a friend, he replies. A friend I haven't seen for 3 weeks.
Imagine his bosses utter disappointment at this revelation. 10 minute build to a massive let down *insert innuendo here*.
His boss, however, is kind. She looks after her people. She tells him fine, he can take Friday off ...... and Saturday ...... and Sunday, in fact stay home for she is running a kitchen not a fucking doss house.
He looks shocked. It seems he was expecting a different answer.
His lovingly amazeballs boss hired him because he was good in the kitchen. She concedes maybe she asked the wrong questions on interview day. Maybe she should be asking if she was hiring a lazy prick that wants to make her life difficult by wanting one of the busiest days of the week off with 2 days notice when her people also need time off after doing their job.
Yes, i'm ranting, that annoyed me.
I need a fucking holiday.
Hawaii is looking so good right now.
Shit, i'd settle for throwing down some sand in my garden and sitting in the paddling pool with a bottle case of wine.