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I blew the servers minds today. I offered to help them roll silverware. One lady said in the two years she's been there a cook has never offered to help roll silverware. I don't get the egotism that accumulates in this industry. Everyone in the kitchen has a job, and in a way are equally important. No cooks, no food. But no servers, no food gets delivered. No Bussers, no dishes get to the dishroom. No dishwashers, no dishes for the cooks. Some of those taks are simpler than others, but everybody has an oar to row.
This industry helped me grow as a person, to become more assertive and to help me learn to better deal with people. And confidence. I love that part. Honestly, I think confidence is mostly a scandalous sham put on for others, but so far my elaborate system of ruses and baffles seems to be holding together.
I love the thousands of little parts that go into a successful service. Nuts and bolts like chopping X amount of Y and more esoteric, fiddly bits like sweet talking a pissed off customer. All the planning and preparation. coming together into a successful evening.
When I was younger, I would play strategy games like command and conquer in skirmish mode. I would spend hours building elaborate bases and then spend hours trying to break them with all sorts of mayhem. I guess that's one of the big parts of my brain that gets lit up by all this. Making elaborate preparations then watching them either hold or buckle under a barrage of crisises and sub-crisises.
There are so many failure points, dessert X runs out, cook Y drops pan Z. Customer F got a speeding ticket this morning. Machine R breaks. There are so many things that can go wrong. I guess that's one of the other parts. the exhilaration of staying cool and dealing with whatever happens. Chill everybody, I got this.
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