You might recall that I brought home lots of bread yesterday, because we had the Bread Workshop. The following was an incident which made me so annoyed that I feel the need to rant about it here.
When I came home at around 2:30pm, Y and Z (who are classmates and buddies of W, and they were just visiting) were hanging out with W in the dining room of the House. You see, sometimes the timetable is such that we have a 3-hour break in between classes, a lot of people from School would hang out at Wilbrod House in between classes. The dining room of Wilbrod House pretty much serves as a second LCB Ottawa student common room (and these visitors often help us eat some of the cakes we bring home, which is something none of the pastry students mind at all). I often invite my classmates over to hang out with me too.
Anyway, back to the story ... Y and Z (cuisine students) watched with interest as I placed all my breads on the dining table (which is what we do if we want to share our products with others -- this is one of the rules of the House). Y commented quietly to Z that it would be so good to have a baguette to go with the foie gras demo that they were having next (i.e. the Chef was going to show them how to cook foie gras, and they get to taste it at the end of the demo, and some fresh baguettes would go well with the foie gras). I took the cue and offered Y a baguette (I don't know Y personally; I have only seen him at School). I said he would have to put it in the oven for a few minutes to get a nice crust on the baguette (because, in my rush, I wrapped up the baguette with parchment paper while it was still hot, therefore the crust had gone soft). He proceeded to bake it in the Wilbrod House oven.
When the baguette came out of the oven, it was nice and crusty. You could see the delight on Y's face. He commented that it was like that scene in Ratatouille (I don't remember, but he does), where one can tell how nice and fresh a baguette is by pressing gently on the crust and it makes a crunching sound...
At this point, X (a housemate of mine, and a classmate of W, Y and Z) came into the dining room and, without a word, helped herself to a quarter of the hot baguette that Y had just brought out of the oven. She ate it on the spot. I stared at her and said, "That's his!" (pointing to Y). She replied, without a hint of remorse, "So?" I glanced at Y for his reaction, and he just shrugged and muttered, "It's OK, don't worry about it." He clearly did not want to make a fuss (probably because they were all about to head back to class), so I held my tongue. After all, I had given the baguette to him, so it's his to do as he wished. Otherwise, I would have confronted X about this. Trust me, I don't let things like that slide. Just put it down to the teacher in me.
Where does X get off feeling like she is entitled to take something someone has prepared without even the courtesy of asking if she could have some? It was the height of rudeness and inconsideration.
W, X, Y and Z are about the same age (all in their early 20s), but some definitely show less manners and decorum than others. Could it be that X is an only child from a wealthy family and has never learned to share? Well, if she keeps this up, she will learn the hard way one day ...
Anyway, I usually use the
"tit-for-two-tats" strategy when dealing with people. In other words, they get two chances; the third time they annoy me, they lose my confidence. If they don't show any remorse, I have nothing to do with them again. I will not render any assistance in the future, and I minimise my contact with them.
X had used up her second chance yesterday. The first chance was when she "borrowed" some cooking ingredients from me several times and never ever returned them to me or offered to reimburse me. So, that's it!
That's my rant for today.