It’s great to have a rapport with your boss (or bosses). Back when I was working in Dallas, I had such a rapport. I worked for a couple with whom I got along swimmingly. We had a lot of similar views about food – important when you’re working with it – and complementary desires to experiment and try new ingredients, techniques, and so on. It was, however, a very small company, and as such, the finances were always tough. Here’s something that happened one afternoon, rather typical of the sorts of exchanges I used to have with my bosses, when we all spoke the same language.
THE SCENE: Pastry shop. Day. MR. BOSS MAN enters. He’s been crunching the numbers. He gives a rundown to MS. BOSS WOMAN, or maybe he tells her that we can’t afford to buy any more chocolate.
MR. BOSS MAN: (Pointing at me) … And you. Have been on retroactive vacation for the last two weeks.
ME: That was the worst vacation ever.
MR. BOSS MAN: Wait ’til you get the bill for two weeks of pastry camp.
Originally published on Croque-Camille.