6-19-04

Back to the lawyers offices today. The chefette is off so I search her desk for a menu. I find a menu that says ‘for Paul’. I check the refrigerators and freezers and can find no food items that correspond to the menu. Shit. I hate to call a chef on their days off but I see no alternative. I get an answer machine and leave a message. No reply for an hour so I call again. Apparently the ringer on the telephone has been disabled she has been calling me for 30 minutes. The menu is on the computer and after being walked through the various passwords and security settings (highly sensitive stuff these weekly menu’s you know,) I have a menu but still no ingredients to produce it. “Oh they are on their way, they must be late or maybe I forgot to do the ordering, just make whatever you like”. What a dipstick. Almost two hours late starting and the secretary wants to know what changes there are on the partners menu. I give her a new menu and she gives me the death star, I can tell she doesn’t like me, my winning smile and personality do not persuade her that I am just doing what is necessary and not just yanking her chain. She is all upset because she has to explain the menu verbally to the lawyers. I am upset because I have to start defrosting chicken breasts from the freezer at warp speed. Bollocks. I reaffirm my vows to quit this line of work and mentally compose my letter of resignation. This makes me feel better.