Yesterday was probably the shittiest day I had had in awhile.
Im at a new place, working saute, this restaurant is quite busy, and the dinner rush is gruesome. I´m only 22 but I´ve been holding my end of the line pretty good lately, and saute has always been fun for me.
But yesterday was Sunday, and it was the very first Sunday of the month after people receive there salaries here in my country, so the place was packed, as soon as it opened, till the time it was closed.
I basically worked 10 hours straight with no time for breaks, no time to use the bathroom or to drink water, but whatever ìm okay with that as long as I´m killing it.
Except yesterday after a few hours of doing okay, the other cooks started complaining, started getting all down and whatnot, and just bringing the kitchen down into an abyss of negativety. A few hours later, place is still packed, and we all begin to struggle, and the printer doesnt stop.
I had put out all my orders, and I start to assist with plating, and dessert, but out of no where the printer bursts a bunch of orders for me, and suddenly I´m up to my neck in orders.
The other cook that works with me on saute, she stays behind to assist those who are in bad shape, I tackle saute on my own, the first hour is fine, second hour is okay, third hour I´m screwed. Dinner rush and I´m deep in the weeds, I need to communicate to the station closest to mine that orders need to be backed up, my stove is full, I´m dying, I get some help, but just way too many orders.
Never seen the place so crowded. We´re turning tables like crazy, but the orders don´t stop. One client is pissed for waiting too long, so someone gets his ticket, which was on another station (for some absurd reason) and places it in front of all my other orders... when I´m already backed up and late on other tickets, I send the items as fast as possible, but this really put a hault on my system. The night just drags on.
Anyway to cut it short, we struggle, put out all the orders, the night drags on, I just accept the situation and do the best to feed everyone, avoiding to go any further into the weeds. Each table turned at least 4-5 times. But at the end of the shift I felt dead. Got home, and now it´s Monday and in a few hours i have to go back to work, face the music and just see what will be in store for today. Obviously i don´t expect good good feed back from my superiors after yesterdays fiasco.
Anyway sometimes all you can do is truck on...
From last Monday to yesterday, it has been brutal, but in no way did i feel presured, or did i find myself so deep in the weeds. Tuesday we hit our record in sales, and i pulled off saute fine, on my own for the most part and I was no where near the weeds. Yet yesterday we were slaughtered...
