It's performance review time again at restaurant chez moi.
Goody fucking goody.
Oh how I love performance review time. I used to get really rather irate about the whole thing. You'll be surprised to hear, unless you know me that is, that I don't take criticism very well. Many a huff has been thrown and quite a few chairs knocked over during performance reviews in the past. They always pull me for an apparently temperamental temper. Buttons to that, I've no idea where they get these notions from.
I used to get all worked up but now I'm tremendously ambivalent. Meh, I'll sit there, smile politely, nod gently, sign it when finished, and then carry on in my same old way. I'll probably reign in the terror rages for a week or two but after that it's back to normal.
Still it's not easy to resist the urge to pull the stabbing fork from my bag and let loose. Lets consider last years "highlight",
"Manuel is a perfectionist and needs to stop seeking perfection in everything from customers, to the food, to his work colleagues."
Oh is that fucking right then is it. I would have considered this to be a positive trait but there you go!
I'd write more about why being a perfectionist is a great thing and why you want your waiter to be one but this one handed typing is right royal pain in the...well in the one good arm I actually have. I have all this rage I need to get out out but I cant......grrrrrrrrrr!