Title. In my case is when I was a 17 year old lad. It was my first few weeks in the kitchen and My place that day was Rotisseur. So basicly we had this Chef. And he was a stereotypical french Chef. Big beer belly, like 50 year old guy. And during the morning when He had his coffee, he was one of the best mentors I've ever had. Until it was 7 pm, which is when He activated his Gordon Ramsey mode. So anyways I was Roti that day and It was already in the summer. We were full and everyone was stressing the hell out because Of all the orders. And like a computer, my Chef almost overheated. Then came the order of a piece of red bream on the grill. I've never worked with it before. Chef gave me instructions and I started grilling. Turned it over and everything went good, up until I took it off. The skin was torn. And I'll say that I had the biggest heart attack of my life ever. The chef was already on 99% of a nervous breakdown, so Messing up this would be my death. Thats when our Sous Chef came. She was almost as stereotypical as him. A motherly figure that would take the blame and be kind and giving. She said that she'd say she made the fish and messed up because she forgot to clean it before putting it on. She eventually the time came to finish the plate and I could see the Chef looking wt the fish, holding his anger. We gave the dish and went on. So when everything was through, he called me and just exploded in my face. I was soo scared of this big fat guy screaming because I messed up something quite expensive. So eventually the Sous Chef came and said she did it, and he still went on for 15 minutes. Then he just went home, saying that we should clean it the kitchen. Cooks will understand the terror of making the Chef angry : ' )