Work is fun.

First time doing "buffet" service. Mother's day Brunch... 214 people or so came into Uproot. We overprepared wayyyyy too much stuff. Shit everywhererere. But it was kinda cool to see so many people coming and going and being able to walk out onto the floor for a second or two during a meal service (cooks aren't really allowed///isn't really proper to do that).

Workin' the oven is pretty awesome. Lot of organization of ingredients to reheat and fish/quail fish/octopus to cook. Fun/quick plates. Tasty stuff. It's not just the "cooking" aspect that is enjoyable it's like the mass organization and speed of production // efficiency in physical movements and keeping shit clean while producing plate after plate. Time flies.

i love how my political incorrectness from elementary school into college fits perfectly into our kitchen banter. You're here to do a job, not to bitch and complain about "OMG THAT IS SO RACIST", "WOW, THATS NOT POLITICALLY CORRECT". Love it. It's like a sports team, without the usual faggotry of one or two rejects who can't take a racial slur or stereotype.

We had a lesbian, and black dude (CLARENCE), portuguese guy (DAVE), polish girl (MARTYNA), buncha italian/american whatever types/mexican dishwasher, Muslim roommate/front of the house guy (TORRES), etc etc. What a fucking mix.

Drinking. Working lunch in the morning. Probably manning two stations because of typical wednesday slowness. Meh. Good times.

Quarter of a century old. Kill me.