FUCK ME

July 6, 2013. 12:20am.

Well it's 12:20am so it's technically Saturday now but when I say today I'm talking about Friday obviously.

You know how I didn't realize which side the water came out of on the spray nozzle so I sprayed myself in the face? Well I thought that was about as bad as I was going to get. Of course there are worst case scenarios I could have thought of, like cutting myself, putting the wrong thing in a dish, putting too much of something in (OH which by the way I forgot to mention I did on my first day with Tibot in the patisserie: yeah, instead of 20 grams of salt I added 200 grams of salt. Oops. He was the nicest and just told me to take all I could get off the top - a little flour and sugar came out too - and then it was good. But that was pretty bad), etc etc.

But what I did today was definitely the worst. So again, you know how I sprayed myself with the hose thing yesterday? Well...today I sprayed Chef with it. Yeah. Mmmmmmhm. It shot up and diagonally to the right, directly into his face and jacket, as well as a little splash into the mussel dish he was making.

Like I said, fuck me. It was actually one of the most terrifying things I've been through. Everyone stopped and froze. He was NOT smiling. He wiped his face, turned away from me and the mussel dish, and walked over to the other side of the kitchen, then started arranging another dish. I was so frozen and terrified I didn't even know what to do. It was the worst.

Then several things happened. And I'm really confused as to what they were. I didn't understand what they were saying or what was going on which was extremely frustrating because of how petrified I was. But here's what I know. Jean-Baptiste said something loudly, mischievously smiled, and then he and both Chef and Youaine starting laughing. Then Chef started saying "tu es meurt!" (sp?) meaning "you are dead" quite frequently. Jean-Baptiste leaned in to me, smiling, and said, in English "Nice shot!" then added "but don't try it again". He also told me not to worry.

Chef no longer looked upset in the least. And very soon he resumed his mussels near me again, continued talking to me, and didn't seem angry in the least. For example, soon after he made his first paper towel shot I'd seem him get it! He looked at me, looking quite pleased with himself, and asked if I'd seen it (he had told me before the spray incident that he made one in earlier today, but I said I didn't believe him). But I coudln't help being scared out of my mind for the rest of the evening. So I said "Bravo, Chef", but quite meekly and embarrassedly.

It was actually quite a bummer that I was so quiet for the rest of the even because before the spray incident I was literally thinking about how I was going to write in my blog about how this was the best day yet and I was conversing and joking with them all so much today/Chef is just too ridiculous and hilarious.

But I'll still talk about that. And I think it will all be okay, because at the end of the day I said to Chef, "Je suis vraiment desolait, Chef", or "I am really sorry, Chef", and he told me it's not a big deal, and not to worry. Which was very relieving. Plus, like I said, he was himself for the rest of the night after the incident.

(Also, excuse my language in the title - in general I was keeping it PG, but like I've said, this blog is basically a collection of unedited journal entries...so you can choose not to read it if you don't want to!!)