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A kitchen story

Be me, fry guy. New kitchen, a seafood shack. Drip fry oil on my hand. It blisters immediately. I'm upset cuz we're backed up but I politely ask for a bandaid. We're out of bandaids We're out of bandaids? What? One first aid box almost completely devoid of any supplies. I tell them it's completely unprofessional and bordering criminal to have no medical supplies in a kitchen. I can't make food if pus might come out of my hand that's disgusting. So I just stand in the kitchen and let tickets pile while front of house goes to dollar general. Med supplies show up fix myself and plow through orders like there's a fire under my ass. It won't get fixed unless you make it their problem.


Be me, fry guy.
New kitchen, a seafood shack.
Drip fry oil on my hand.
It blisters immediately.
I'm upset cuz we're backed up but I politely ask for a bandaid.
We're out of bandaids
We're out of bandaids?
What?
One first aid box almost completely devoid of any supplies.
I tell them it's completely unprofessional and bordering criminal to have no medical supplies in a kitchen. I can't make food if pus might come out of my hand that's disgusting. So I just stand in the kitchen and let tickets pile while front of house goes to dollar general. Med supplies show up fix myself and plow through orders like there's a fire under my ass.
It won't get fixed unless you make it their problem.

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