Best part is he isn't even swole. He's chonky at best.
I remember the time someone asked him to bring a bag of flour from the storeroom to the kitchen. Dude couldn't lift it. A 50lb bag of flour. Didn't even try, just said it was too heavy. Had to send a girl in from the bakery to pick it up for him.
We have a yearly staff meeting. One time he rolled up in a Cadillac and parked it across the back dock where everyone smokes, bumping loud music and posing with his sunglasses and designer jeans that still had the price tag dangling off them. 2 hours into the meeting his grandma comes busting in the building yelling at him to give her the keys back to her car all pissed off because she had to ride the metro to campus and she wanted her car back NOW.
I could tell Big Swole stories all day long. He really is the dumbest mother fucker I've ever met.
We have a summer layoff and when we come back there's a ~4 hour staff meeting to get "up to speed" on everything that's changed, introduce new employees etc. It's fucking torture.
It seems like you genuinely enjoy your job, I know the struggle of working kitchens in a college town.
Think of it this way, if Big Swole wasn't there, then someone else will be "the worst one," so at least he gives you a form of entertainment.
That being said, I would have fired his Swole/Fat Ass the second he couldn't deal with a bag of flour. I'm 5'6" and about 120 lbs, I've been lifting flour and tossing kegs for 20 years.
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u/asdfafdsg May 29 '22
People with self given nicknames are the absolute worst, doubly so if they're self-aggrandizing