i love using kitchen lingo. saying "behind" when moving behind someone, saying "heard" to acknowledge what someone said, yelling "corner" when going around the corner, and my personal favorite- yelling "SHARP KNIFE SHARP SHARP, SHARP KNIFE BEHIND YOU" with a massive chef knife
I mentioned something about loving mcr and my kitchen manager Chris goes "my chemical romance? they're good!" and I went "my chemical romance? they're my favorite!"
kitchen life has made me superstitious every weekend shift at the vietnamese restaurant me and my coworkers say our superstitious line “it’ll be absolutely insane crazy tonight” and it’s calm. but bro sometimes this one guy curses the whole night he walks in and he’s like “it’s gonna be so calm tonight” and boom FIRE everywhere and it takes an hour to close
Have you ever invested yourself so much into a craft and/or career that it has taken over your entire personal life? In my case, I went from being a stage actor/server(waiter). As time does, I aged and got tired of dealing with other people and their personal issues. So I swayed to the kitchen life. Now! Understand, I’m not a perfect human being and has many know… the BOH(back of house) lifestyle/people you meet is a YO-YO. We are all damaged. Almost all of us looking for a home. A sense of belonging. Brotherhood or sisterhood. A family. But this industry will chew you up and spit you out. Literally. The family members And coworkers I’ve lost to the crippling depression and the eagerness to want to work and numb everything else out of life. I absolutely remember my brothers and sisters from the culinary field in the beautiful light they shed through their work and creativity. But… those lives lost… live through me. I don’t exactly know where I’m getting at with this post… just know you are not alone. There is ALWAYS someone who will listen, who will care. Take those bruises and cuts from everyday life, but, always remember this. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. Don’t hurt the ones you love. Once that deed is done you don’t know how your loved ones will react and you can’t help them when you’re gone.
[18 hours?! Yes. You got sunrises and sunsets, and yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out. That's that kitchen life. You know. Yeah. They come out, you let them cool.]
18 hours?! Yes. You got sunrises and sunsets, and yours in demigodishness, and all that. Peace out. That's that kitchen life. You know. Yeah. They come out, you let them cool. And they keep coming and coming and coming, and it doesn't last long and it doesn't last long; it's been so long. And it was pretty bad before. And if they came for it, the kids can call it and they'll get really tired. You know. That's what I'm saying, that's what I'm saying.
It is 2:30 am. I have soup soaking in an ice bath to quick chill for food safety reasons, so I can put it in the fridge for great grandpa, when I remembered current family member who will remain nameless mentioned today how he didn't like the pasta they served for dinner. "I mean it was just store raviolis and my dog licked the sauce off it before I could serve it so anything you make will be better"
I'd say I'm fucking dying but in all honestly I'm worried that's going to be gpa.