Todat didn't go all that well in the kitchen. I got kinda busy with the extra work, and the stroganoff scorched the botton of the pot. When that happens the burbt taste goes through the food. I caught it as fast as I could, and I thought it was salvageble, but a customer complained and the manager came in and made me take it off the line, and we replaced it with something else. Of course Joe came back at that time. I came so close to telling him to go fuck himself. I really had to hold back. It almost just came out. So close. What pissed me off on top of that was that I was heating some noodles diferantly than he does, but there was nothing wrong with that. Joe says, "We don't do our stuff like that. " Fuck it pissed me of. I already felt bad about burning the shit, and then he comes up with something just because it's not how he does it. What the fuck. If he turns on a tap a certain way, I'm supposed to do it too?. Or ask him, "Joe, how do you want me to turn the tap on? Fuck it, I'm going to say something this time. I don't care. I'm not some fucking goof of the street that doesn't know anything. He makes mistakes too, but I don't rub it in out of respect. I don't mind taking responsibility for my mistakes. I'm not perfect, and sometimes shit happens, but don't make up shit that doesn't mean anything. It's only a way of trying to put down my attempts to do anything. Fuck, one day he's doing roast potatoes, and they were hard like a rock. So fuck him, and this Mr chef shit. I did apologize to him, and I even apologized to the manager. I know I should have told her right when it happened, but I tried to cover it up because I didn't want them to know I fucked up. If I had told her we could have changed it right at the start and avoided a complaint. For that I was wrong, but I'm not going to be talked to like some goof. If this is humility, it sure fucking sucks. Right now the situation is dealt with, but this shit about doing everything his way has got to be dealt with. I got some brains too, along with experience that desrves a little respect to. I feel like he wants me kissing his ass, and I'm fed up with it. Hopefully tomorow I'll handle it properly, but I'm pissed about it. I'm not some fucking goof cooking for the first time. Anyway, that's where I'm at tonight. This is going to go on unless I at least get it off my chest. Fuck the consequences. There not going to fire me over it, but I'm going to let him know. I'm not a door mat.