i love moments like this

so, sunday was burger nite, and on burger nite i put a garbage can right in front of my broiler cause i end up with tons of used patty paper from both the burgers and the cheese.  so we're rocking it, it's busy, and loud, and awesome, and i guess that a sheet of patty paper caught on fire on the broiler and i didn't notice and threw it away into a garbage can full of other patty papers and empty fry bags.  suddenly i hear from the other side of the line "mike, your hands on fire!"  and i'm pretty sure they're not, that i would notice that.  so i slowly and deliberately raise my hands up in front of my face and turn them over to show everybody that no, my hands are very much not on fire.  and then one of the girls goes "no, your can is on fire!" and i turn around and it looks like a michael bay movie...just flaming away and threatening to blow the ansel system.  i can only imagine how it looked from their perspective...

"mike, your cans on fire"

*mike slowly raises his hands in front of his face, unaware of the raging inferno behind him*

sometimes i'm too awesome for words

chugging right along

so i think it's my schedule that is making it difficult for me to blog as much as i should, or as much as i used to.  i'm back on nights (power cooks for power shifts, i'm told) and nine times out of ten i don't get home till around midnight.  a shower and some food and a tall boy later it's one am and i just don't feel like typing.

anyway, things are going pretty well.  believe it or not, i've been at the new new place just as long as i was at new place.  took me a while to really get going, to figure out the groove of the kitchen and establish myself as one of the hardcores.  but i'm there.  i can fully say that i kick ass at work now.  plus we have a good goddamn time while we're kicking ass.  on friday, the daytime kitchen manager was still milling around and drinking and kinda stood there and watched the first hour or so of dinner service, and man, he just looked forlorn.  he left for a bit and i asked the nighttime kitchen manager "dude, who shit in miyagi's cereal?  he looks bummed" and i was told "he's just jealous of how much fun we can have and kick ass at the same time".  we were all dancing around to lady gaga or the scissor sisters and jacking our jaws and laughing and all that, but we were still absolutely cranking food out...six minute ticket times.  i guess there's power struggles and pissy attitudes during the day, but we don't see that at night.  we got a kickass crew, we all know our jobs, and we're a fucking team.  i guess not so much during the day.

so, yeah, things are good.  my schedule and paychecks so far leave something to be desired, but whatever...it is what it is.  the good outweighs the bad.  plus the mets are playing hot and the US drew with england yesterday.  so, yeah...things are good.