“You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else. We are all part of the same compost heap.”
An unemployed executive chef’s offer comes in at 68.5, and he is looking for 70. So he turns it down and calls me at 7 AM, telling me how disgraceful it was that I couldn’t get him the money he wanted and how insulted he was by this country club, he never wanted to work with either of us again, blah blah blah.
This is food service, Space Monkey. You really think you were the only candidate I submitted? You are not going to get what you want by berating me and tossing a shitfit before I’ve brushed my teeth in the morning.
When he called an hour later and regained his composure, saying he would “reconsider”, I told him I already withdrew his candidacy and if he wanted to move forward, he could call the general manager over there and tell him exactly what he said about myself and the club.