Reggie the chef genius had just spoken (or yelled) at his chef about not receiving the raise he believed he deserved. Due to his inability to perform the tasks that were expected of him (in the manner that they were expected to be completed) Reggie had been told that he needed to shape up if he even wanted to continue to have a job. The following is the continuation of the exciting (and incredibly unnecessary) journey of Reggie's culinary career.
"I F***ing quit!" Was the loud yell that emanated from the chef's office. The rest of the employees heard Reggie's resignation from his post as a cook, and most were utterly thrilled to not have him working there anymore. Perhaps the chef would actually get someone that would do more work than the bare, bare, bare minimum. They watched as Reggie stormed out of the chef's office, grabbed his things, walked through the kitchen, and concluded his fit by knocking a large pot of stock onto the floor. The remaining employees now had a mess to clean up...but at least Reggie was gone.
The next few days were a revival process for Reggie. Despite his being told that lacked the ability to work properly as part of the team at his former restaurant, he was now determined to make it big and show off to the his former employers and chef that they made a huge mistake in not giving him his raise. He looked for days and days for a new job, something that he knew would allow him to grow into a huge success. Finally after days of searching, Reggie had found what he needed: "Line Cook Wanted. Applicant needs to have at least 2 years line cooking experience and ability to work well as part of a team. Any persons interested in applying need either email resumes to Chef Walksandtalks at Big Mountains Resort, Anchorage Alaska."
"Alaska...the land of opportunity...the opportunity to make it big and show my old chef that I am damn good at this and no piss ant like him is gonna tell me otherwise." Reggie had purchased his plane ticket on Alaska Airlines and was set for the big move to the big (should be Canadian) state. With big aspirations and the will to succeed Reggie was well on his way to a new adventure...something he would never expect...and something that would change his life forever.
The flight was a little rocky, for some reason there was more turbulence than the pilot thought would be occurring during the trip. Luckily they were well into the Alaskan territory and were only about an hour or so off of their destination. The plane was small and only had about 20 or so passengers with 2 attendants and the pilot and co-pilot. The ticket had been cheap, which Reggie was happy about, and now he was almost at his new home with the money he had saved with Expedia.com. All seemed good and well when a flight attendant went running from the back of the plane to the cockpit.
"Hello passengers, this is your captain speaking. I would first like to say thank you for flying Alaska Airlines, home of the great wilderness in plane form. Second I would like to say it has been an honor flying you here, however things do not look good. One of the engines has stopped working and the wings are beginning to fall apart. I have tried to begin our descent, however the landing gear is not functioning. Truly you all must have noticed something was wrong when you got a plane ticket for under 5 dollars on Expedia.com. I can't believe I agreed to pilot this piece of s***. Unfortunately this looks to be the end. So while the flight attendants, co-pilot and myself have already strapped on the four parachutes, I want to wish you all luck in your time in the afterlife."
The pilots and attendants attempted to make a break for it. Reggie was too dang motivated to give up now. He needed to stick it to his old chef any way possible. As the co-pilot was running by Reggie, Reggie got up and smacked the co-pilot in the face with the rolled-up in-flight magazine "Alaska's Friendliest Skies". Reggie quickly snatched the parachute and proceeded to fasten it to himself and jump out of the plane. In a way-too-motivational mood, Reggie did not even panic as he fell to what could have been his death. He looked up towards the plane to see if anyone else had made it out but that was not the case. Reggie opened up his chute and began to slowly drift towards the surface as he watched the plane barrel down towards the ground and erupt in a fiery explosion. After he landed, Reggie quickly surveyed the situation. He had landed on a camper and had killed him with the impact. The camper was about to die anyway considering he had only the following tool at his disposal: a can of shortening, a liter of 85 proof brandy, one steel wool pad, one plastic sectional air map (the camper, Reggie concluded, was a sectional air map enthusiast), several newspapers, a cigarette lighter with no fluid, a compass, a 45 caliber pistol with more than enough bullets, a family sized Hershey bar, a hand axe, a 20' by 20' piece of heavy duty canvas, and an extra set of clothes. Reggie knew that some teachers enjoyed giving this simulation to students without telling them that they were to remain put and wait for rescue. Reggie however did not have the luxury...he needed to be at his new job as soon as possible. He gathered the items and began to make the trek to his new restaurant. Using the map and compass he had determined a route that would take him to where he needed to be. He estimated the trek would take a couple of days, although it could be stretched out longer due to Reggie's necessity to hunt for food.
The next few days were tough for Reggie. He averaged about 10-15 miles per day...with each day getting slower and slower. He used the pistol to hunt small birds and mammals, and the axe to skin and clean them as well as to cut wood for fire. The steel wool was especially flammable and made for a good fire starter when mixed with the sparks created by the lighter. Reggie had received a small cut when he landed on the camper and had been using the alcohol to continuously clean the wound. The tarp had made for a great way to concoct a shelter when he had to keep moving. Overall he felt the supplies he had taken from the dead camper were more than helpful. The motivation, as any non-apparent spectator could see, was there and soon he would be in anchorage. In fact Reggie was so close that the very next day he would be arriving on the city's outskirts.
When Reggie got to the point in his trek the next day that he could see the city in the distance he was filled with a new sense of not only motivation but of accomplishment...something he really hadn't felt in a long time. He had survived the harsh Alaskan wilderness and was not nearing the end of his strange journey to show that he truly was a hard-worker and would soon be a success. He began running into the city's limits and following his memorized directions as to the location of his resort. When he arrived, he walked through the doors to the stares of the employees that were setting up for the night's service.
"Oh my god...I can't believe I finally made it. The plane crash and everything...finally I can cook again." The employees had heard about the plane crash but were unaware that Reggie had been on the plane. The greeted him warmly and welcomed him. He wanted to talk to the chef immediately and tell him that he was ready to work...and work dang hard. However similar to had the rest of the employees had been unaware that Reggie had been in the plane crash and had survived a harsh and rigorous journey...Reggie was unaware of a change that had happened at the restaurant in the days that he had been making his way from where he parachuted in to the restaurant. The executive chef had walked out and a new executive chef had been hired at the resort's restaurant.
Reggie walked down the hall towards the chef's office. He was motivated...MOTIVATED I TELLS YA! All he had been through...nothing could bring him down...he was floating up high and waiting to get back behind the line. Reggie walked into the chef's office and a cold chill went down his spine. Every good feeling left his body in that one instance of looking into the office of his new chef. Looking Reggie straight in the eye was the chef of his old restaurant...he had taken up the new executive chef job when the old exec chef had left. The executive chef asked Reggie to close the door. The chef yelled at Reggie, saying that the mess he had made with the stock had plugged up the drain at the restaurant and it caused a lot of damage. The restaurant owners were furious at how everything had happened and had fired the chef for Reggie's stupidity and anger. He had taken up this job and was looking for a new addition to his resume. Unfortunately for the chef the agreement with the old chef about the hiring of Reggie was going to happen...but the chef promised Reggie that Reggie's life was going to be a living hell. Perhaps he should have just become a mountain man in the wilderness.
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