pathological

When I started cooking there were very few women in kitchens, less than even today's low numbers,and I was very concious of it. I never asked for help with heavy things unless it would cause me serious injury, or if it was something any guy in the place would ask for help with. Skip up to taday, and I'm still like that. I never ask for help, and I almost always refuse offers of help. I went today to our butcher to pick up a case of veal bones. The guy brings it up and yells,"hey Joey, can you take it out to her car?" I tell him "Don't worry I got it."
Joey shows up 'let me take that out to your car"

"No really, I've got it"

"You sure you can carry that?"

grr...

"Son, I've been in this business too long to let boys help me carry my shit, really"

Throw 45# box up on my shoulder and walk out the door...

pathological

When I started cooking there were very few women in kitchens, less than even today's low numbers,and I was very concious of it. I never asked for help with heavy things unless it would cause me serious injury, or if it was something any guy in the place would ask for help with. Skip up to taday, and I'm still like that. I never ask for help, and I almost always refuse offers of help. I went today to our butcher to pick up a case of veal bones. The guy brings it up and yells,"hey Joey, can you take it out to her car?" I tell him "Don't worry I got it."
Joey shows up 'let me take that out to your car"

"No really, I've got it"

"You sure you can carry that?"

grr...

"Son, I've been in this business too long to let boys help me carry my shit, really"

Throw 45# box up on my shoulder and walk out the door...

pathological

When I started cooking there were very few women in kitchens, less than even today's low numbers,and I was very concious of it. I never asked for help with heavy things unless it would cause me serious injury, or if it was something any guy in the place would ask for help with. Skip up to taday, and I'm still like that. I never ask for help, and I almost always refuse offers of help. I went today to our butcher to pick up a case of veal bones. The guy brings it up and yells,"hey Joey, can you take it out to her car?" I tell him "Don't worry I got it."
Joey shows up 'let me take that out to your car"

"No really, I've got it"

"You sure you can carry that?"

grr...

"Son, I've been in this business too long to let boys help me carry my shit, really"

Throw 45# box up on my shoulder and walk out the door...