aah, friday...

another friday, another day closer to the weekend (my weekend actually starts on sunday).  i hope it's busy.  when it's busy you notice and complain about the heat but have to concentrate on banging out tickets.  when it's slow you just notice the heat and complain.  it's usually around 80 degrees in the kitchen, but if you have to stand over a broiler all night, with a heat lamp to one side and a leaky steamer to the other it gets over 100 degrees pretty quick.  and i do.  and it does.  believe me.  but luckily all the weight i lose every shift through sweating i gain back through beer and pork fat.  so i got that going for me.