OK before I start unloading, let me say that I consider myself a fairly tolerant person for the most part.
I'm affable, good humored, and can take a lot of shit.
Sometimes I have a tendency to be too open and friendly, and it seems that often people tend to perceive this as a sign of weakness, and ultimately an opening to exploit my kind nature.
Enough with the intro...other than to say I do have a breaking point before I snap and say 'fuck it, let's dance'
OK so most of you prob read the other thread where my assistant Willie made a lame attempt at sandbagging me...epic fail
Fast forward to Thanksgiving...
Now, I am responsible for all meals top to bottom...entrees, cleanliness of facilities, salad bar, provisions etc.
Thanksgiving was a bitch of a day...I wrote myself a very demanding menu, to push the limit and make a big splash.
Alright so Willie my assistant 'cook/utility' (basically a glorified dishwasher who empties the trash and cuts up some fruit in the morning) also prepares my salad bar.
Honestly, I am big on presentation when it comes to food, and I say to him thanksgiving morning, " yo Willie when you put out your crab salad, can you please use a nice romaine leaf garnish on the side of the bowl'
He straight up says 'no, I'm not doing that'
WTF
I'm thinking wow the nerve of this clown to flat out deny a request from his supervisor (me)
I blow it off, then yesterday I tell him I am taking over his salad bar duties (since it looks ghetto as fuck and I'm embrassed to have my crew look at it as they walk in for a meal)
He snaps and says in his broken Honduran English 'no that's in my contract.. If you want to go to the captain ..let's go'
I'm floored at the nerve of this idiot straight up telling me basically 'fuck off' when I attempt to issue a directive as a department head, and his direct supervisor.
So yesterday we were in Singapore and had a busy ass day...I obv had to prepare all 3 meals and we also loaded almost $6000.00 worth of frozen goods, dry stores and incidentals. I was busy as fuck all day juggling meal prep and dealing with inventory and the local ships chandler. They arrived with my order shortly before lunch which made the situation that much more chaotic.
So lunch dies down and I'm cleaning up the aftermath prepping pizzas for dinner.
Willie comes strolling into the galley after his 2 hour nap and says 'ohh, thanks for leaving a mess Stew'
I'm drenched in sweat from the day already...look down at the floor and there are like two little pieces of green pepper and a slice of ham that I must have dropped.
My turn to snap
"Hey Willie ya know what ? this is a kitchen not a fucking operating room...shit falls on the floor so get off my back..grab your broom and sweep it up and quit bothering me with this shit."
Willie obv snaps back how I'm messy and how I dropped some water in the walk in reefer
I start literally laughing in his face and go 'look man, I do breakfast, lunch and dinner every fucking day on top of my own pots and pans...and you're gonna bust my balls over some spilled water in the reefer ?...get real Willie'
He gets up in my face saying he only has 28 days left and I better just stay out of his way lol
So I go talk to the captain tonight and we sit down to review the union contract on what exactly Willies job entails.
Basically there are 3 lines in the union contract that say (in summary) that he has to take direction and assist as needed
Nothing about his lame ass salad bar or anything else...do what the Chief Steward tells you to do and STFU
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So tonight after dinner I really couldn't sleep.
Decided to go down to the galley at 10 pm and tighten things up a bit
#1 on the list was dumping willies lame ass salad bar. I just spent the last 4 hours giving it a complete overhaul and threw out all his shit.
Its a little after 4 am Singapore time as I post this, and Willie usually stumbles in about 530am or so with the same dumb ass look on his 3rd world face he has every day...
I guarantee you he is going to flip the fuck out when he sees I tossed all his shit overboard
he will go into full meltdown mode when I redelegate the time he spent on the salad bar to organizing my freezer
I can't wait until he cries to the captain...who will pretty much tell him to fuck off and do what the Stew tells you to do
Tried to be nice to him, but sick and tired if his attitude.
Will update thread with developments obv