Workplace reviews and discussion: 王品餐飲股份有限公司

No! The only people who were kind were the guy with the tattoo covering one arm who trained me and the woman who interviewed me.

1. Everyone teaches according to different standards, so what exactly am I supposed to be learning????? This way is wrong, and that way is wrong too.

2. At the slightest thing, she uses a threatening tone and says, “Fine, I’ll go ask the senior colleague!” To me, it just means your standards are different. Even if you deny it, that’s to be expected, because I’ve noticed that I’m the only one who admits when I’ve done something wrong~

3. No phones allowed? Then why could X-Hui pull her phone straight out of her pocket? There was also a phone where the cups are kept, and she even rudely asked whether it was mine. I said of course it wasn’t, but she interrupted me like a gecko and said I only needed to answer yes or no. In the end, what difference did it make whose phone it was? It belonged to a male employee, so they just laughed it off and acted as if nothing had happened. It was still sitting there when I finished work at 8:30, okay?????

4. She takes things out of context, likes interrupting people, and then broadcasts it everywhere. The male front-of-house employee even comforted her and told her not to be angry. How do I know? Because as soon as I turned around, I heard her criticizing me!!!

5. She constantly tells me to find things by their in-store names. I had only been there for three days—I really don’t know what bizarre expectations she had of someone who had been there for three days. Then again, on my very first day, I was already making small dishes and preparing drinks, fish skin, parfaits, sweet potatoes, pickled tomatoes with salmon, and so on.

6. Her tone is extremely impatient. In just the three days I worked there, I heard her criticizing other people during work, calling them “vulgar sluts,” saying they were ill-mannered, and even commenting that one male employee had a great body but an unattractive face and ugly teeth, among many other things. Shouldn’t she look in the mirror at herself?? Although she said these things to other people, I heard every word clearly. What about the customers? With that loud voice of hers, I felt embarrassed just standing there! Does she consider herself well-mannered? Judging by how much the senior colleague caters to her, she must have suffered quite a lot without daring to say anything, right? After all, she had just taught one version, and then the second version came along right afterward~

7. When she corrected something I had made, I replied, “Oh....” because I thought, “So that’s how it is.” She immediately told me that from then on I should only reply “oh” or “okay,” and not drag out the sound for so long. Combined with the phone incident, she seems to love correcting other people’s wording—or no, only mine. So is the store just her personal dictatorship, where whatever she says goes? Where exactly is the so-called standardized standard for this place and this job??? Is it her? I don’t get paid by her, damn it!

8. On my resignation form, I wrote the name of the sous-chef—the one whose name contains the character 言. I wanted to write the facts as they were, but she still tried to get me not to. She said it would cause her a lot of trouble. In the end, I thought about it: why shouldn’t I write it down after being treated unfairly? I worked conscientiously, even taking notes while I hadn’t eaten lunch yet. Wouldn’t checking the security footage make everything perfectly clear? After I finished writing, that sous-chef got angry with me and deleted me from LINE. So this kind of cover-up exists even in a large corporation that has a reputation for being talked about everywhere?

9. She told me that if I didn’t know something, I should ask. But when I asked, she lectured me, saying, “You should know that when I say I need something, it’s probably in that area, so go look for it yourself.” In other words, don’t keep asking. But when I turned around to look for something, she started lecturing me again, saying that I should tell her if I couldn’t find it. Was she just saying that for the sake of it? Every grievance has someone responsible: this was what the senior colleague told me, including that washed black ceramic cups could be stacked two layers high. But today, the male front-of-house employee—the one who comforted X-Hui and told her not to be angry—said that wasn’t allowed. Someone had clearly taught me to put them there that way, so in the end, isn’t it just everyone’s personal standard?

10. All I can say is that in my entire life up to now, you are the only company that made me retain hope while the gap turned out to be the difference between heaven and hell. I hope I never set foot in this hellhole again for the rest of my life.