gungadin09 -> RE: Punishment (7/4/2010 12:23:26 AM)
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i have limited experience with BDSM, so i'm going to answer this question from my work experience. i've worked in some hardcore restaurants where you can get punished for making any mistake. i mean ANY MISTAKE. From the moment you walk in to the moment you leave, you're fighting to keep your job. Let me give an example: It was my first day in a four star kitchen. The chef yelled at me for asking where the sink was. He yelled at me for not walking fast enough. He gave long, elaborate directions and talked very fast. He yelled at me when forgot anything he said (which happened frequently...) He yelled at me for not working fast enough. He yelled at me for not using proper technique. He yelled at me for not knowing what technique i was supposed to be using. He yelled at me when i didn't understand something. He yelled at me for not asking questions. He yelled at me for letting a speck of lettuce fall to the floor. He yelled at me if i got one spot on my chef's coat. He yelled at me for not knowing every recipe i've ever made by heart. He yelled at me because he didn't like my chef's pants. If my execution of any direction he gave varied in the slightest degree from exactly what he had said, there was hell to pay. If i was off by a fraction of an inch on my knive cuts, if the the cantelope wasn't laid on the plate at exactly the same angle as the one he had shown me. If i didn't grind the pepper by hand. He called me stupid. He called me a moron. He told me i was a liar and that he thought i had never worked in a kitchen before. He told me that i didn't belong there and i should find another profession. He gave me looks that i thought would melt the skin right off my face. He threw stuff. And that was just the first hour... i had read about kitchens like that, but i had never experienced that kind of abuse first hand. Going into the job, i knew it was going to be bad. i vowed that, no matter what happened, i wouldn't quit. They might fire me, but i wouldn't quit. i wanted the job, i wanted to learn, and the only way to learn was to run through the gauntlet. I made that vow before i ever started that job. It's the only reason i lasted 2 years. Most cooks (all of them much better than me) lasted about 2 months. i don't know what to tell you, other than to say this: i don't like punishment either, but it gets results. If my boss hadn't ridden me the way he did, i would not be the cook i am today. i know he didn't do it to be cruel, but simply because he had a standard to uphold, and falling below that standard was unacceptable, and he let everyone know it. His punishments were harsh and sometimes seemed cruel, but in a strange way it was also gratifying to have someone hold me to such a high standard of excellence. In a backwards way, it was like he was saying that he knew i was better than that; he knew i could do better than that, and he wasn't going to let me settle for less. In that kitchen, the pursuit of perfection was like a religion, and his fanaticism inspired the rest of us (the ones who didn't quit or get fired) with a passion for what we did. i will always be grateful to him for that. pam
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