Random Scrap:
One Thursday evening I got into a bit of a confrontation with Kurt, the sous chef. Kurt had a specific sense of humour which I didn't always understand but overall he was nice to me (by the restaurant standards) - he would make sure that I was properly fed not just by pasta but also by such specials like pork chops with delicious carmelised apples. The topic of the discussion was drinking and whether Polish people can drink more than blacks. When I showed up the next day I found a glass filled with what looked like vodka on the counter. "Are you ready?" Kurt asked. Of course, I had to take a challenge. I don't remember much about that evening apart from the constant supply of refills showing up at my station. When I woke next morning in my bed with a pounding headache I knew that I was in trouble. I met Byran in the kitchen who described to me that I was brought in by two people from my restaurant and he then led me into my bedroom. My voicemail had a message from Akira telling me not to worry. It was time to call the restaurant.