So I had signed up from the start to do a cooking club at the beginning of the camp time here. I looked forward to it, cause I loved to cook, and wanted to inspire some kids to feel the same way I do.
My first round with it was a rush of trying to get everything done in time, and not have too much food wasted. It was alright, but not something I really wanted to repeat.
Then came a whole new batch of kids, who didn't get the chance to do the bento club.... And the guilt that they should get a chance too. So when I was switched back to club from teaching lessons (because we lost a staff member), I figured I should do that club again. Hopefully with less time constraints. ......Haaaaaaaa....
So I talked with the head cook and asked if he still had my previous recipe. He didn't. So I needed to rewrite it, in my limited time, when everyone was keeping me from getting the work I needed to do done (I'm pretty sure that's grammatically correct).
So I got it in a little late, by a day according to the head cook I had always worked with's standards. I was worried about it, and asked if it was okay when I turned in my list the day before. The future head cook (but apparently not current head cook) said it was fine, that he would have it all ready for me in time for my class today.
.....Today arrives.
No one other than the future head cook got the memo. So none of the things I'd requested were prepared. And he wasn't working until later that day. So I had a mad scramble to cut the veggies, measure out the water and ingredients, get the kids cleaned and prepared for making bread (I pretty much abandoned my partner teacher, and felt awful about it), and figure out what I was able to do with the options I was given.
I cut the veggies myself, once I was told where the knife and board were, and that wasn't a problem. Except time-consuming. *shrug* No biggie.
I put the bread in the oven, and took it out of the oven (unfortunately I burned it) myself. THAT was scary. Anyone who knows me knows that I can't handle heat. I didn't mind that.
I was told "We can't do this for you." as though I were sitting around doing nothing. I minded that. I minded it a lot. I'm not a lazy princess sitting around ordering them to do things for me. I'm totally willing to follow their rules and do the work myself, since I signed up for the club.
So of course it bothered me up until I finally said "I'm not asking you to do things for me. Just give me the ingredients and I can do it myself."
Said person (who had been telling me no, and there wasn't time, and they couldn't do it the. whole. time.) followed me around, watched me struggle with the bread I had burned and didn't say anything. So finally I turned to him and said "What is it?"
And he said "I'll give you the ingredients. But you're not to set foot in this kitchen again. You're not going to disrespect this kitchen. You're banned from this kitchen." ....I didn't do any disrespecting. I asked for guidance and materials to do my job. I was disrespected and therefore responded with the annoyance I felt at being treated as an incompetent ninny. So my response was to sigh, and say "Can you ban me after I cut up the veggies for my club for the next two days?" At which he nodded, and then went around informing his coworkers that I was banned for having disrespected the kitchen.
I have two days left of working with the kitchen. I have maybe four days left with these people. Honestly, I don't really care. What I care about is them depriving the kids of this opportunity because of a jerkwad.
But since I had the ingredients prepared for the WEEK not just a day, I should be fine.
Yay dinner. Bye bye!
