Like a Hooker

Sous Chef J is one of the most even-tempered people I’ve ever met, and he is so passionate about the art of cooking. Perhaps this is why he is liked and respected by just about everyone in the kitchen.

Last night, like on most Wednesday nights, he was my Late Night shift buddy, which means we got the chance to really talk without the prying ears of 10 other guys. It was around 11:30pm and we had just been approached by Bartender Girl L. She said it was slowing down out there and that she will issue last call for food so we could go home early. But first, a favor – she wanted a grilled cheese sandwich.

Sous Chef J obliged, but after she walked away, he told me that the “friendship” he has with some people here at work could be described like hiring a hooker. (He couldn’t think of another analogy so he said he was just going to continue as though I were one of the dudes.) Anyway, as he put it, being with a hooker makes you feel good; she makes you feel special. But deep down, you know it’s only because she wants something from you.

He is friendly with everyone but he knows that there are those on whom he can trust and depend and those he just can’t. I thought it was an interesting way to describe the relationship and I was happy to hear that I was not alone in feeling that way. Kitchen Life feels a lot like high school in some ways. You spend so many hours a day stuck together that of course you have to at least try to get along with everyone. And if you’re lucky, some genuine friendships might form. But at the end of the day, there will be people who you will hardly miss when you part ways.

Advertisements

MatchaBunny loves to read your comments. Leave them here!

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s