5-31-04

What a shit-hole, two women running a kitchen for some council employees crummy cafeteria lunch joint. The only book in the kitchen is Nigela’s, ‘How to be a domestic goddess’. These two skanky bitches should read it and put its contents to good use. No dishwasher or pot man, the fridge is crammed with leftovers, uncovered, un-dated and unattended. I called the agency to leave early and did so. The head witch tried to pick an argument so that she would have some ammunition to use against me. The best she could do was to accuse me of wearing my chefs uniform outside of the kitchen—there was no way I was changing in their urine flooded toilets again. This is a local council run establishment, where is the health department?