May 15th - Battle Wounds
Today the only people working were Tony, Cathy, and I. Tony was the cook and I worked the corner again. But unlike Gary or Mike, Tony doesn't tell me what plates he wants and when, so I have to guess when to prepare a plate by how fast whatever he's cooking is going. Definatley harder.
People were ordering tons of coconut brie plates, at one point I had three in the oven simultaneously. But as I was taking the second one out, I burned my hand. It wasn't too bad, so I kept going and tried to remove the last plate.
Wrong! It hurt, it hurt a lot.
The only thing worse than crying because you're hurt is crying because you're embarassed that you're crying, ugh. Cathy took over my post - her normal post, and I put burn cream on my battle wound. I wasn't going to be much help the rest of the night, so I went home early.
People were ordering tons of coconut brie plates, at one point I had three in the oven simultaneously. But as I was taking the second one out, I burned my hand. It wasn't too bad, so I kept going and tried to remove the last plate.
Wrong! It hurt, it hurt a lot.
The only thing worse than crying because you're hurt is crying because you're embarassed that you're crying, ugh. Cathy took over my post - her normal post, and I put burn cream on my battle wound. I wasn't going to be much help the rest of the night, so I went home early.