During my little fight with my boss on tuesday night I told him I changed my last day, by one day, and he flipped out and said nothing is official until I talk to CHEF
He's not quite Gordon Ramsey but I've seen him verbally murder people before so it can be a little intimidating to talk to him. On the flip side to that, he's also the world's biggest flirt and 99% of the time he screams at someone, it's a dude and then the pastry girls will walk in the room and he'll stop yelling and say "ladies
how are we doing today?
" and then put his arm around one of us while we talk. It's hiliarious. For the first year I worked there I didn't even think he knew my name other than honey, babe, or sweetie.
But I'd rather be called babe and have him walk arm and arm with me across the resort than to scream in my face over something lame because he's having a bad day.....
Anyways....so this afternoon when I got in, I saw Chef walking towards me. I instantly wanted to throw up. I asked him if he got my letter (of resignation that I turned in last night). He said he received something but didn't have time to read it. I then said "so you know I'm leaving in 2 weeks, right?" He said yes and asked why. I told him the situation with my sister and the lease being up. He knows I'm from MN.....everyone knows I'm from Minnesota
. Damn Fargo movie.
So he asked if I had found a job in MN yet and I said no. He said to have his receptionist send him an email to remind him to email the regional person in charge of transfers and he'll do whatever he can to get me something. :fingerscrossed: He also said to make sure I see him before my last day so he can give me a letter of recommendation. I was shaking in my boots the whole time I talked to him because I hate having to do this stuff. After I got back into my kitchen, his receptionist came in to give us some paperwork so I told her what Chef said about the email and as I was talking she whipped out her blackberry and sent the email. It was funny because she said "you're moving back to Wisconsin right?" Everyone in the bakery stopped what they were doing, gasped, and stared. Today was a Minnesota Vikings tee shirt under my chef's coat day. Anytime I walk in with my purple shirt sticking out of the top of my coat someone says something about the Vikings, the Packers, da Bearz, or Brett Favre.
She said she thought MN and WI were one in the same.
We're neighbors but not exactly the same lady!
My supervisor was impressed with the info of the job search help and letter of recommendation and said that Chef does not offer that to everyone. I've worked my ass off and know more and do more than most of the people that have been there for years. My other supervisor tells me that constantly and also tells me that my creativeness is going to be missed. Good to know that my efforts are recognized somehow.