D'y'all love me?
No really.
Do you?
Kill me.
Please.
I had to work with the owners wife today. She's a really sweet gal but has no business being in the kitchen. She worked or was supposed to be working across the prep table from me taking care of the cold side. Yak yak yak yak yak and more yakking. I have my back to her as I work the saute' pans, griddle, and fryers. I try to put it all on auto-ignore but I still hear the Charlie Brown muffled voice. Whah whuh, whuh whuh whuh whuh whuh. For the love of all thangs holy on this earth please shut the f**k up!!! I'm working here and don't have time to listen to you about where your sister in-law works or about your stinkin' nephew's high school dance.
Meanwhile back at the ranch.....
I have about 8 tickets I'm ready to rock on. Then I see a small tidal wave rolling across the kitchen floor. The damn fool dishwasher whom lets all manner of food stuff's, sugar packets and general detritus go in the sink and down the drain and ultimately to a common trap with the dish machine, decides to empty his entire middle sink. Well the trap was clogged and I sheeit you not but ALL 20 GALLONS of the crap water came rolling across the kitchen spreading everywhere and then out into the hallway to the dining room.
Beautiful.
f**king beautiful.
Meanwhile back at the ranch.....
I'm in the weeds now. I'm literally working like I'm on the ice of a hockey rink. Tickets are backed up with more pouring in. More fun begins. Some girl friends of the owners wife decide to pop in the kitchen for a little girly chitty chat and right where the owner/husband and the dishwasher are scrambling to mop up all the water. Somehow I manage to keep my sheeit together and blaze through tickets. I'm rockin' like a hurricane. Next 'thang I know and 2 more pop in the kitchen for some quality girl on girl chitty chat bang bang. "Heeeeyyyyy girl!!!! How you doin'????" That's when I slammed a saute' pan down on the prep table. "I'm going to get a f**king hammer and nail that Got damn door shut!!! I'm working here and we're in the weeds. While you're getting all cute with your friends your CUSTOMERS ARE WAITING ON THEIR FOOD!! WHAT IN THE f**kING f**k???"
Meanwhile back at the motherf**king ranch.....
"Oh hey, I'll be leaving here in a few minutes at 11am. I have to go get things ready for the party. Are you and your wife going to stop by? It'll be so much fun!" Nope. Sorry. Can't. I'll be too busy opening my veins with that crappy rusty can opener over there. Don't worry, there won't be too much blood loss, since most of the life has already been sucked out of me this morning. Tsunami's and faux pax cougar's going around smelling each other's butt's while I'm trying to cook and do prep at the same time really takes it out of a guy.