It's a rant(a small one)

So I work at a private country club, this is my first experience (more than likely my last) dealing with the elite on a regular basis and by regular I mean this is where these old sumbucks come to eat and complain; about everything. I had a "young" lady (she was only a shade older than dirt) complain because her baked potato was too big. Jesus christ in a chicken basket her tater was too big. Do you have any idea how hard it is to bite your tongue when you are apologizing because the f'n potato was too big. I do. I love what I do, hell I can't do anything else, but as if it isn't bad enough that these millionaires want everything free, now I have to worry that the food is too big. so to put a positive spin on this day, I am having a wonderful glass of bourbon and eating a pattymelt(I forget who posted the pattymelt topic but I have been jonesin for one ever since.

I have some really nice members(shout out to Mrs. Wright, Mrs. Taswell) who will take a chance and get out of their comfort zone and eat whatever I recommend but some of these people just drive me nuts. I have a great crew and an executive chef who trusts and lets me put whatever I want on the menu(specials and otherwise) but I get g##damn tired of veal liver and fried shrimp; but whatever pays the bills right! Man this feels good, can I be the official "angry chef" of the site; because I've been pulling punches and I would love to throw a big ole rant ya'lls way.

So I work at a private country club, this is my first experience (more than likely my last) dealing with the elite on a regular basis and by regular I mean this is where these old sumbucks come to eat and complain; about everything. I had a "young" lady (she was only a shade older than dirt) complain because her baked potato was too big. Jesus christ in a chicken basket her tater was too big. Do you have any idea how hard it is to bite your tongue when you are apologizing because the f'n potato was too big. I do. I love what I do, hell I can't do anything else, but as if it isn't bad enough that these millionaires want everything free, now I have to worry that the food is too big. so to put a positive spin on this day, I am having a wonderful glass of bourbon and eating a pattymelt(I forget who posted the pattymelt topic but I have been jonesin for one ever since.

ROTFLMAO...That has GOT to be the best rant I've seen in years. I'm still chuckling 10 minutes later. I owe ya a beer for that one bro...Afterward we'll go to a late night showing of "Caddy Shack".

mmmmm.... baby ruth's

I will have to say, that if these people were actually raised with money and were educated in a proper manner, they would not treat other people in such a detrimental way. If the members of this club received a proper liberal arts education at a well respected educational institution, their intellectual soul would have developed enough pathos that a baked potato would not be inherently important. It is not how much money you have that determines a proper value system. It is what is in your mind and heart. Please do not equate wealth with being shallow and vapid. Money has nothing to do with it. Some of the most generous and altruistic persons in our nation's history emerged from our upper classes.

just proves that no matter what you do, certain people will always find a way to complain. (I can relate, I once fielded a complaint that there was too much chicken in our Drunken Chicken...)

discussing a person's education, wealth, background is semantics. The bottom line(at least to the kitchen) is these people can be extremely difficult. I am a detail person. I want everything exactly the same everytime(and exactly as I said it should be). It just bottles the mind when someone complains about a baked potato being too big. It is truly a eye-opening experience to work in this environment. On the flip side, one of our members(Mr. Gregg) who is 92 years old, will come in and talk to me for as long as I will let him about his entire life (very interesting) and all I have to do is make his fried oysters very crispy(if it wasn't for specials and certain menu items I can change to my liking, I would flip).

My two cents- a bit of a rant is OK, but this is a very small town and this is a very open forum. I try to be very careful what I say here because I know quite a few people I wouldn't think were reading my posts really are. A job is much more important than the relative size of a tuber.
I'd go to one of the national ranting sites, use a moniker and slam away. Gets it out of one's system but not into one's community.

I should have mentioned that I am currently living in veerginia, I am a louisville native and this site makes me feel a little closer to home, i apologize for the confusion. On the other hand if ya don't like bein called a rotton sumbitch; don't be one.

On the other hand if ya don't like bein called a rotton sumbitch; don't be one.

oh my god....you have me laughing so much with all your posts!

I should have mentioned that I am currently living in veerginia, I am a louisville native and this site makes me feel a little closer to home, i apologize for the confusion. On the other hand if ya don't like bein called a rotton sumbitch; don't be one.

This is true, no matter where one lives.

At the liberal arts school I got my undergrad education at, you were in one of three classes: those with full food benefits (all you can eat), those who lived off campus and made their own food, and the "scroungers," (those who lined up by the slop line to inspect the leftovers as everyone dropped off their trays.

So everyone going through my school (Reed College, yeah, about fifty thousand per year now with room and board) got a good idea about leftovers.

Really, a decent chunk of people got all of their food purely from people's leftovers. So one person's too big potato would become another person's treasure. We were a very lefty school, and I think the "all you can eat" policy ended up becoming a subsidy for the scroungers - kind of an equalizing socialism... but I think we all learned a bit about food and food distribution through our "liberal arts" education

Cheers

-Nimbus

p.s. I had work study jobs, so I did my time working all aspects, from slop line, to dishwashing, to serving..it was for SAGA foodservice if I remember correctly....don't know if it exists anymore. And oh, of course I scrounged a bit when I was hungry, after my freshman year when I moved off campus away from the meal plan.....ahhhhhh...the good old days.....

I will have to say, that if these people were actually raised with money and were educated in a proper manner, they would not treat other people in such a detrimental way. If the members of this club received a proper liberal arts education at a well respected educational institution, their intellectual soul would have developed enough pathos that a baked potato would not be inherently important. It is not how much money you have that determines a proper value system. It is what is in your mind and heart. Please do not equate wealth with being shallow and vapid. Money has nothing to do with it. Some of the most generous and altruistic persons in our nation's history emerged from our upper classes.

So I work at a private country club, this is my first experience (more than likely my last) dealing with the elite on a regular basis and by regular I mean this is where these old sumbucks come to eat and complain; about everything. I had a "young" lady (she was only a shade older than dirt) complain because her baked potato was too big. Jesus christ in a chicken basket her tater was too big. Do you have any idea how hard it is to bite your tongue when you are apologizing because the f'n potato was too big. I do. I love what I do, hell I can't do anything else, but as if it isn't bad enough that these millionaires want everything free, now I have to worry that the food is too big. so to put a positive spin on this day, I am having a wonderful glass of bourbon and eating a pattymelt(I forget who posted the pattymelt topic but I have been jonesin for one ever since.

Tap dancin christ...ROTFLMAO...That has GOT to be the best rant I've seen in years. I'm still chuckling 10 minutes later. I owe ya a beer for that one bro...Afterward we'll go to a late night showing of "Caddy Shack".

Agreed! Too too funny!

I liked Phil's point too that it's usually -

I will have to say, that if these people were actually raised with money and were educated in a proper manner, they would not treat other people in such a detrimental way.

It's almost as if the very act of complaining is what makes them feel special or privileged. It's so hard being them!

It's almost as if the very act of complaining is what makes them feel special or privileged. It's so hard being them!

I'm guilty of it. So are we all. And before anyone jumps down my throat, just stop and think about the last time you complained about something trivial. Now, I'm off to the office because my chair is too big.

I should have mentioned that I am currently living in veerginia, I am a louisville native and this site makes me feel a little closer to home, i apologize for the confusion. On the other hand if ya don't like bein called a rotton sumbitch; don't be one.

Gimme a Diablo Sammich and a Dr. Pepper...and make it snappy, I'm in a g** damn hurry

"Thank ya', nice lady!"