See, I think the solution to yesterday's problem is not to send out stuff which is out-of-date, or soon will be. Chef's answer is to rip off all the labels so they won't know it's out of date.
Right.
When I wonder out loud if it wouldn't just be better to check dates more carefully, I'm told that's my job and my fault for not examining labels carefully enough. The fact that (a) there was nothing else to send on Friday and (b) the rouille was specifically made to send to this client and (c) fuck off is, apparently, immaterial. I am the communication highway for this organisation, everything that goes wrong is my fault for not anticipating it, blah blah blah.
And then we get a new, official label policy: Everything Gets A Label, complete with the name of the product, date of manufacture, expiry date and name of its creator.
Except some things, like those we send to the customer who complained yesterday, will get no labels at all (I get a bollocking again when I say So not everything gets a label then? - this, it seems, is Obvious). And stuff we do internally will get easily removable labels so we can change them if necessary.
Right.
And then I bring back some eggs from the shop and send them on to a customer assuming they're hard-boiled. They're not, as they find when they crack one on their lunch plate.
So this is my fault for not detecting that they're raw - apparently the speed at which they spin is the indicator here, but I can't remember which is fast and which is slow. It is most definitely NOT the fault of Mrs Chef who gave them to me without a label on. People in the shop are exempt from the Everything Gets A Label law.
Right.
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