This is not a good start...

So I go home on Saturday morning for the weekend break, come home late last night, get my uniform ironed and ready for class, and hit the sheets. Get up at 5am, get dressed, and run down to the school by 5:45am, to be met by one of the guys in my class, who tells me that class started at 5:30am. Um… okay. This was news to me, and the other two who had shown up at the same time. We went into the classroom, but the chef was unwilling to even discuss it. We were told to go home. Apparently a packet had been put in our mailboxes sometime over the weekend, and the only people who got it, and thus knew to be on time for class, were the ones who didn’t go away for the Labor Day weekend. The rest of us, who didn’t have time or didn’t realize that the class time would be different than that written on the schedule we were given last week, were marked as late and sent home for the day. Nice. The first day of class is one of the most important, where the instructor explains everything that goes on for the next three weeks. Six of 8 now missed that orientation, and given his attitude about our not even knowing about the class schedule change, I doubt he’ll go over it again.

Good luck to the two who were left running the kitchen today by themselves. They get what they deserve for not bothering to tell the rest of us about the change.