I worked at a fast food joint in the early 90s where often I was the only person running the kitchen during lunch rush because we were understaffed. It was hectic and utterly batshit and the pay was minimum wage, but those times when we were super busy I felt like a goddamned superhero because I would just get into the zone and be the eye of the hurricane managing the chaos with grace and elegance. It felt so damned good during but especially after. It was a shit job and I was glad to move on to something better, but it had its moments.
Right?! I totally understand that. The place I worked at was a diner, and weekend breakfast rush was always insane. Would go through hundreds of eggs in a single shift to the point the grill would actually cool off if we went through them too fast. We’d always get a few stacks out and ready for whoever was on the grill, because that was the one position that you had no time to do anything except attend to what’s in front of you. But if we went to fast, we’d be using eggs that came straight from the fridge. I loved being on egg grill duty because I had only one job, no other responsibilities, people brought things to you, and I was damn good at it.
Yeah, I also see the appeal of just having one job and being able to focus utterly on that. In my case I was running the grill and making the sandwiches too, so I had to switch between them regularly without messing up orders or letting the meat cook too long and with frequent interruptions to run to the opposite end of the store to grab a new box of burgers from the freezer, and it was kind of the combination of doing multiple different things that kind of coalesced into the idea of being the calm amidst the chaos and somehow getting all of it right.
I worked at a fast food joint in the early 90s where often I was the only person running the kitchen during lunch rush because we were understaffed. It was hectic and utterly batshit and the pay was minimum wage, but those times when we were super busy I felt like a goddamned superhero because I would just get into the zone and be the eye of the hurricane managing the chaos with grace and elegance. It felt so damned good during but especially after. It was a shit job and I was glad to move on to something better, but it had its moments.
Right?! I totally understand that. The place I worked at was a diner, and weekend breakfast rush was always insane. Would go through hundreds of eggs in a single shift to the point the grill would actually cool off if we went through them too fast. We’d always get a few stacks out and ready for whoever was on the grill, because that was the one position that you had no time to do anything except attend to what’s in front of you. But if we went to fast, we’d be using eggs that came straight from the fridge. I loved being on egg grill duty because I had only one job, no other responsibilities, people brought things to you, and I was damn good at it.
Yeah, I also see the appeal of just having one job and being able to focus utterly on that. In my case I was running the grill and making the sandwiches too, so I had to switch between them regularly without messing up orders or letting the meat cook too long and with frequent interruptions to run to the opposite end of the store to grab a new box of burgers from the freezer, and it was kind of the combination of doing multiple different things that kind of coalesced into the idea of being the calm amidst the chaos and somehow getting all of it right.