Who knows what number we're up to in training and keeping a dessert girl (in the one year that I have been working at the restaurant).
There have been quite a few - walter, kiev, laura, laurel, meredith, dan, the guy that got demoted from garde manager, and a short list of one-dayers that didn't hack it.
This one is a real trip, welcome robin.
I worked an 11.5 hour shift today because somebody doesn't know what the hell she is doing after 3 weeks, refusal to take notes on how to do the job and utter ineptitude.
It doesn't take a rocket scientist. Really. You have to have a pulse and a little motivation to do the job. I'm fairly certain that she has a pulse. That's about it, a pulse maybe.
Other than that, she is an idiot. Not to mention slow. And annoying (asking the same questions, even though the answers should be written in a notebook that she refuses to bring, stating things that have no relevence, general stupidity).
In the first time in a year, the first that I have seen, Chef has dumbed down the plate designs and has allowed her to use squiggles - a pet peeve of the boss-man.
Oh the joy!
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