Fifteen

I've been hit by a rather unpleasant (but not too horrific) flu, and have spent much time in front of the tv the last few days (um, I mean even more time). I'm watching the show about Jamie Oliver's restaurant, Fifteen. Jamie selects 15 underprivileged kids and trains them professionally. Once trained, they are to staff the kitchen of the restaurant.

Now, what I'm seeing was filmed leading up to the opening, and the restaurant has since opened to rave reviews. I was reading his blog a bit earlier, and last spring he'd already picked the second batch of fifteen kids.

Anyway, I'm watching the documentation of the training, and I seriously want to smack each of these kids on the back of the head. Half the kids don't show up to training or to stage sessions. These two ungrateful little bitches were talking just now about how rather than peeling potatoes, they chucked them in the garbage to make it look like they finished the whole batch. *SMACK*.

I'm seething with jealousy and anger. These kids have NO idea what a golden opportunity they've been given.