About a couple of months ago, a major dickhead entered our kitchen. Tony was his name. I hated him immediately. I hated him even before officially meeting him. It was his aura. Everything about him made me cringe. I walked in one day and AD points him out saying, “Did you see the new sous chef (she said he was an uncle of her first boyfriend when she was living in Mexico)?” I glanced across the kitchen to find a tiny, petite, middle aged bald man going over things with another chef, “E”. AD referred to this new guy as a “Mini ‘E’”, as he resembled a tinier version of him (the stache, the baldness, etc.)
You know that feeling of how the homogeneity of the workplace seems to be flowing smoothly until an outside factor is added only to taint everything? Well, that is exactly how it felt with Tony.
Tony was mean, self entitled, and one of the people that misuses his authoritive position. I was probably the first one that hated him (because I just have a knack of who I am going to and should hate..and it has always proven me well). And after seeing Tony’s true colors, other haters followed. But I still probably hated him the most.
And with me…he was even mean to me. Like I said, my intuition about him proved to be soooo right. He had accused me of things that had never even happened. When I was like “WTF?” his response was, “I am not going to argue right now.” I was flabbergasted. It’s one thing to be accused of something that actually happened, but to be accused of something that didn’t just makes you want to slap the shit out of the accuser. I hated him even more after this. I suppose the first incident that confirmed that this man could not be trusted was when I needed towels. Now towels are precious items in the kitchen. When kitchen is out of towels, it’s almost like the world is over (well it is for me anyways). He goes into the locked up storage and tells me we only have one left and hands it over to me. Later on that night when I go back into storage, I find a stack of towels, enough for a couple of days at least. So…he had lied to me. Nothing coming out of this man’s mouth could be trusted.
“Why do you think I did anything? I didn’t touch it. Sorry but I am not Mexican. I don’t do those kinds of things,” he said. Not that it matters what the heck ethnicity he is, but I don’t understand why someone lies about what they are. He spoke fluent Spanish and spoke English with a Mexican accent, and looked totally Mexican. But he claimed to be “Italian”. Maybe he was sarcastically joking. But I don’t understand people like this.
I was even sexually harassed by Tony. It was on a slow Sunday. He did a kissy face to me. I was so disgusted and disturbed. It was an automatic reflex to say “Ewww” and gag. I had every intention to report this incident, but boss was not there that day. It was the end of the work week. I was tired, lazy, and forgot about it the next work day. I wasn’t the only one he bestowed such lewd gestures upon. I’ve seen him dry humping and doing caressing breasts motions on AD. Maybe he felt more comfortable with her. And maybe she is immune to it. But geez….with me, even the kissy face from across the kitchen window was enough to make me barf and cringe. GROSS.
One thing that I cannot stand is when people touch my tools without asking. My OCD makes me go nuts when I go to grab my knives (or whatever tool) and not find it how or where I placed them. Or even worse, when they are all greasy or sticky. It drives me NUTS. One day, my knife was not where I placed it. I was in the middle of using it, stepped away and it was gone. I looked all over the kitchen for it, like a mad woman. It turned out that TONY, the mother fucker took my knife without even asking me. He wasn’t even just using it at or near the area. He took it…like to the other side of the kitchen. Like…wtf? I was so pissed off. I literally wanted to cut him.
Another time, someone borrowed my shucker (after asking me) and was shucking oysters on the other side of the kitchen. When I walked back there, my shucker was in Tony’s hands (see another reason why I don’t like lending things…you never know whose hands they will end up in). When he saw me, he threw my shucker and said to her, “This is a peace of shit. You need a better one,” while he clearly knew it was my shucker since he has used it in the past. It was extremely hard not to slap him.
Tony has even borrowed money from people at the restaurant and never paid them back. I guess it was right before he left. He collected a little here and there from several people, totaling around $100. Nobody could say what the money was for because he did not say what it was for. I thought that was pretty odd. They asked if he borrowed money from me too. ME….!! Well, first of all, even with people that I like, I don’t think I’d even loan a dollar if I didn’t know what it was for. And even then, I probably wouldn’t, unless they had a really good reason. ME….lend money, -lend money to HIM!! Pfftt…puh leeease~!
I heard that previous complaints have been reported about Tony. But I guess the final straw (from what I’ve heard) for Tony’s termination came when one of the cooks made a complaint about what an ass hole he was being. I don’t really know the full on detail about this. But I understand that Tony threatened to fire or take away his hours or whatever and made some very disrespectful and derogatory remarks.
So yesterday when I went into work, coworker M said, “You should be happy. Your favorite person is no longer here,”
I later asked AD.
More rounds of *high fives* were shared later on that evening. It was a great night.