Written Whispers

[Still recovering from all the work so this post was written a day ago at a few different intervals so if it doesn't make much sense... deal with it. ;) This is part one, explaining my day. Part two, the actual thoughts I spoke of will come in a little bit.]

Ah, Mother’s Day. What a strange time for me, well, strange and not so strange- I supposed it’s only something that I’ve just noticed but I’ll get to that in my own time.

Work was interesting. Sort of. Every year we hold a Mother’s Day banquet and to be quite frank- they’re hell. It’s almost always the worst holiday up at the mountain and without fail something always go wrong. In fact I don’t think I’ve worked a Mom’s Day where the machine didn’t bust and we even had a new one this time- hardly a few months old. The heat coil busted, something about a hole in it and gurgling up water all over the place. I didn’t get to see that because it happens in another part of the building but the end result was first my machine wouldn’t fill up with water and then when it did it was ice cold.

Peachy.

The one thing I like about these horrible situations is that the cooks and head chef trust me to take over the situation. They ask me what’s going on, I tell them and what alternatives I’ve tried to fix the situation and what I plan on doing then. My fellow dishwashers listen to me, make suggestions if they have any, and even if everything is falling into chaos we still manage to keep it as a sort of well organized chaos.

I may never be rewarded for the times I take charge, no one says anything and I’m seldom thanked, but I like when everything works out. I like seeing the guests happy and the chef unfrazzled because someone else is capable of handling the situation. Even if no one says anything it just makes me feel good to know I’m doing something and actually being helpful.

Kei, E, and I (we’re all dishers) took about eight carts of dishes over to one of the other kitchens and we left E to wash them on his own. He was handling the big stuff and whatever they (the cooks) would need right away, I had Kei start in on chemically sanitizing the other half of the dishes while I ran back and forth between the two kitchens running dishes for the both of them and snagging things for the cooks.

I was also dive bombed by a crow or some sort of huge blackbird oddly enough as I continued to take carts to and fro between the kitchens. It was after some left over prime rib, lol. All in all it was a pretty rough day, a huge thing of silverware ended up on the floor, things broke, I cursed and cried at one point and then hugged a total stranger- after smashing my hand between two racked my wedding ring had fallen off. Said stranger found it about eight minutes later. Thank gods.

We were only scheduled till six but washing dishes in cold water takes forever so we didn’t get out of there until around eleven- I’m used to getting out way later but Kei and I had been there since the morning shift so it was pretty rough. When we got home the both of us passed out. I’m still worn out as hell, lol.

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