Main Ingredients:
former boss
malcontent
asparagus
lamb chops
hair net
Spice Pack:
1/8 pinch of liking
1 whisper of agitation
As I adjust the poorly-fitting hair net on my head to protect the hour and a half of effort I put into my hair and take another drag of my cigarette I ponder the course my life has taken over the past year. Just a few more hours whipping up asparagus and lamb chops for the Bel-Aire folk and I am back in my own McMansion with a bottle of wine and a good TV show. Unfortunately, I have more work to do before the night is out.
The event is a lavish party and I should be excited, it's my chance to showcase my skills as a chef and lover of fine dining. However, I cannot glean too much joy for the sole reason of the party being for my former boss, a middle-aged pig of a man who thinks he is God's gift to everyone. Normally I don't speak so hostile about former employers but the reason for my malcontent is perfectly rational- he fired me as his assistant because I refused to sleep with his son! I thought I was doing the right thing by telling him but no, it just cost me my job and a month's worth of rent.
As I look back, though I cannot help but be a tad bit smug, he told me I wouldn't amount to anything so naturally I went back to cooking school, graduated top of my class, and have been a global sensation ever since amassing more money than his family combined- so I guess I owe him a special kind of thank you.
As I make my way back to my domain I start to smile as I can only imagine the looks on their faces when I come out to surprise the dining room later that night with a little speech on how he 'inspired' me to be the best. Perhaps this night won't be so bad after all.
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