Mise en Hell

When someone rings up a cheese plate.

What every conversation in the kitchen sounds like.

When a friend cooks dinner and they throw away the veg trim that normally gets saved for stock.

(In the end, we decided the basement was actually haunted by robots.)

When I see that the chef is trying out a new menu item.

When the boss is in a good mood for once.

When the KitchenAid mixer broke and we got to pick out a new one.

When one of the afternoon shift guys was late, the assistant manager told one of the girls to hide in one of the giant Hobart mixing bowls. The assistant manager told him to mix this last batch of cookie dough. His face when he looked in the bowl.

When the boss walks into the kitchen during shenanigans.

When the chef snags the last family meal cookie from the servers.

When I uncover a brand new small offset that somehow got buried in the random tools bin.

At the end of the shift when we put on the breaking down the line playlist.

When my favorite coworker returns from vacation.

When a coworker has accidentally left their Facebook open on the computer in the office.

When Sunday brunch service ends and I realize I still have to break down the line and then do inventory.

When the restaurant's grease trap floods.

When I can cross off multiple items off my prep list at the same time.