Anyways, back to my story…..for one of the new dishes (a tart), we have been adding sliced prosciutto to it. And per order, we need to slice a few each time. Boss has told Alvaro recently to always have the machine ready on the table before service starts. Service starts at 5:30pm, so he should always have it ready on the table at least by 5:15ish. The machine is really big and heavy. It’s a bitch to always be moving it back and forth each night, but unfortunately, we are limited on space so…gotta do what we gotta do. For me, it’s way too big and heavy to lift myself. Some of the guys can’t even lift it without help from someone. And then there are others that can lift it as if were a box of feathers. Morgan, my ex-butt-space-mat, the scrawny-skinny-petite guy surprisingly carried the machine around with no problem and made it look easy. He was shockingly a lot stronger than he looks.The time was approaching 6 o’clock. We had gotten one order for a tart. I needed the prosciutto sliced before the tart came out. I asked Alvaro to help me move the machine. He was in the middle of doing something and replied, “Me busy”. I told him I had an order and needed it right away. I asked him why the machine was not already at the table. His dumbass reply was, “I don’t know. Me busy”. He continued refusing my request. A few minutes later, the tart was about to come out. The waiter was waiting at my station, ready to pick up the tart. At this point, I was really getting frustrated and wanted to slap him. It’s like he found it amusing or something. And it’s not like I can keep asking him or give him all the reasons why or tell him what I will do if he doesn’t listen. He wouldn’t understand me anyway. So I went upstairs to notify my boss of the situation and to let him deal with it because I did not know what else to do. Boss told me to go down and tell Alvaro to do it or he will get his ass kicked.
Moments later, another chef (Chef N) came down and asked Alvaro why the machine wasn’t moved. Again, Alvaro replied, “Me busy”. Chef N, too, told him how it should have been moved before service time. Chef N was not going to put up with his crapload of excuses and started screaming and cursing at him. Alvaro screamed back at him with more excuses of how busy he was. I mean, no matter how busy, moving the machine was one of his priorities that he should have taken care of from the start. So as the screaming match continued, Chef N was really about to kick Alvaro’s ass. The dumbass was really being reluctant yesterday for some reason. But he finally moved it. Tart was already out and getting cold (it is usually the prosciutto that is ready first). It seems like being yelled and cursed at is the way some of my coworkers respond best to.I think the next time Alvaro pulls this crap, I will actually slap him.