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The Story of Junior Cook
Once upon a time, there was a Junior Cook working for a restaurant that had just clinched a mega deal with a company to provide a sumptuous feast to its employees 2 days later. But due to the limited number of cooks in the company, it was going to be a tough battle to get the feast out on time.
The Restaurant Boss, Head Cook, Assistant Head Cook and the Supervisor Cooks started gathering the specific food requirements from this demanding customer. 15 hours into the first day, the Head Cook decided that preparations had to get going, in order to meet the deadline set by the user. Head Cook assigned 3 tables with very similar dishes to Junior Cook. So, based on the Supervisor Cook’s understanding of the requirements of these 3 tables of users, Junior Cook started preparing the food.
Exactly 1 day had passed. Junior Cook’s preparation was going well and if all goes well, should have no problem meeting the deadline set. But alas, the Powers In Heaven did not seem to like Junior Cook at all. Head Cook and Supervisor Cook came back and told Junior Cook that based on the new requirements of the 3 Table of Users, most of the ingredients had to be changed totally.
Junior Cook realized one thing: Table 2 of the 3 Tables actually had the same types of dishes that was in Table 1’s menu, except that Table 1 has more dishes than Table 2. But the 3 Tables of Users insisted on using different woks to cook the exact same food. Junior Cook was perplexed about that. Why? And why didn’t the Cooks Above head off the 3 Tables of Users’ redundant requirements?
Junior Cook tried to reason with Supervisor Cook with the redundancy. “If they are the same dishes, why not just cook them using the same wok? Why separate them? I don’t understand at all.”
Supervisor Cook only kept repeating his reply. “The Users are from different departments. They want to have their own food. They don’t want to share their food, even if they are the same. And make sure you cook them exactly the same for both the Tables!”
Junior Cook was now under a great deal of stress and started telling her Non-Restaurant friends morbid stuff like she wanted to be mowed down by a heavy truck, or to kill all the Cooks Above and chop them up into pieces, thus freaking her friends waaaay out.
The bad news for Junior Cook had not ended yet. Head Cook assigned the other Supervisor Cook to tell Junior Cook, “You will need to go to the Company to prepare the “Japanese Fugu” (pufferfish) for the client. You have seen it done before last time, so you are the most suitable person to do so.”
Junior Cook was stunned. Junior Cook had only done a short elementary course on preparing fugu 1 year ago and never had the chance to try it again. So what if she had passed the elementary test set by the Master Fugu Expert? She had no hands-on experience and Junior Cook thought there was a 99.99999999% chance that she would poison all the customers. But the Cooks Above refused to see the light and insisted on introducing her as the “Fugu Expert” in front of the customers.
Junior Cook couldn’t stand it anymore. Junior Cook was bonded to the Restaurant but she had started looking for a new place to start over before she becomes a Woodbridge Permanent Resident. Friend of Junior Cook had kindly introduced her to the Restaurant where she was working and Junior Cook was scheduled for an interview soon.
Would Junior Cook get a new Cooking Job?
Pray for Junior Cook, will ya?
Crazy
I'm SO going crazy right now.
Can some Aedes mosquito come and bite me, right now?
Scratch that.
Maybe getting mowed down by those huge trucks would be better.
More immediate consequences, huh?
;)
Hiaks hiaks.
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Monday, September 19, 2005