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In a past millennium, I got my first real job as a kitchen assistant in a
restaurant. I was warned — by the owner who hired me — that the head chef was
quite the jerk and liked to play nasty pranks on the new hires, particularly on
young women like me. He particularly loved making people feel stupid and small,
and he argued that this behaviour made people think more critically. The head
chef was, unfortunately, amazingly skilled and high-performing, and it wasn’t
possible to fire him, and reprimands went unheeded due to his being
irreplaceable. I recognized the red flag, but I needed both the money and the
experience.
One day, around midday, the head chef came running in with a small two-liter
pot (roughly two quarts), the kind with a single handle sticking out to the
side.
Head Chef: “Girl!”
Me: “Yes, chef?”
Head Chef: “We need another ten-liter pot (2.6 gallons)! You have to run to
[Restaurant] next door and use their pot-stretcher!”
In Swedish, he asked me to get a “grytsträckare”, which means “pot stretcher”,
but Swedes might like seeing the word."
Share and enjoy,
*** Xanni ***
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mailto:xanni@xanadu.net Andrew Pam
http://xanadu.com.au/ Chief Scientist, Xanadu
https://glasswings.com.au/ Partner, Glass Wings
https://sericyb.com.au/ Manager, Serious Cybernetics
