I apologize in advance, this will be a really long text. I dont Even know if this Is the Right Place to talk about It, im sorry
I’ve been working in the kitchen for a while now. I just started and wanted to see a professional kitchen and get some training. The owner told me that I should “learn by watching,” and that, little by little, I’d start doing more and more culinary tasks.
In fact, I’m always at the sink washing bowls, pans, containers, and so on. Sometimes I go wash the dishes using the dishwasher too. Where I work, there’s a kitchen with a sink for washing pans and everything else, and in the room next door, there’s the dishwasher for washing the plates to be used.
So far, I’m losing my mind. I already knew this sector would be a bomb of physical and mental stress. Yesterday, I lost my temper over something maybe even stupid. Then I went to the back to rest for five minutes and let out all the emotions. Honestly, it helped. At least I wasn’t nervous anymore.
I also hate that everyone thinks dishwashers have an easy life or that they don’t have to worry about anything. Every day, I come home with fingers full of scratches because of boiling water, half-broken pans, or sharp objects from the pizzeria.
“Oh, but I just wash dishes,” as if no one cares about what someone like me — a so-called outcast of society — goes through, just washing dishes all day.
Every now and then, they let me do something other than washing dishes, but it’s just small things like cleaning mushrooms, parsley, rosemary, or peeling potatoes. Just to clarify, I know peeling potatoes is totally normal at the start — I’m not complaining about that, I’m just saying.
Yesterday was the last straw. There’s this person I’ll call Alexa for privacy. She always says that at closing time, we finish everything together in the kitchen — which is fair. I went to take out the trash, thinking I was done because the pizza maker had told me he’d take care of things; I just had to grab a good squeegee. Then they had already washed the floors.
I asked Alexa: “Should I start heading out?”
Her: “I am going"
Then I asked: “Is there anything else I need to do?”
She made a face like “I don’t think so.” When I went to change, the pizza maker got mad at me because I didn’t stay to help him. Maybe there was some miscommunication between us, but that’s not what made me angry.
When I went to the owner for payment, he told me: “When you need to close and clean, just ask Alexa.” She hadn’t told me anything, and then she was already leaving. That’s what pissed me off — you’re the first to say we should finish together, and then you leave first.
She’s not the head chef, to be clear, because I know the chef has a certain level of autonomy. I don’t like her much, but whatever. Luckily, last week, I had the guts to tell the owner I didn’t want to come anymore. He suggested I work fewer days, so now I only do weekends. But I think that sometime this week, I’ll tell him that after Sunday, I won’t be coming back at all.
I don’t understand how people manage to do this job for years — the physical stress, the mental stress, working every single day, even during holidays. Clearly, this is not my field. And if you think I’m wrong, exaggerating, or anything else, just remember that work isn’t everything; there might be other problems going on, and above all, not everyone handles stress the same way. Some handle it better, some worse.
With this post, I just wanted to share my experience, my frustration, and hear your opinion. Please comment constructively. Thank you.