Holy shit, what a night.
Saturdays are usually the busiest night of the week, but Tim McGraw was in town tonight, and who knows what else was going on, but work seemed to be THE place to eat.
The night started off great with a $1/hr. raise, which I had asked for but only halfway expected to get, and then proceeded to get crazy. I started out on saute for a few hours, and stayed too busy to notice much else but the next 3 or 4 tickets in front of me. Then our grill guy started getting overwhelmed, so I went over to let him get a smoke break, whereupon I realized that the expo guy was completely in over his head trying to keep the orders going out, and apparently had been for a while. I had just been too busy to notice.
(For the non-restaurant workers out there, expo, or expediter, is responsible for doing all the last minute sides and garnishes on the plates before they go to the table.)
Anyway, if the expo guy isn't completely on the ball, the whole kitchen starts getting backed up waiting on him to catch up. I ended up jumping in and (eventually) getting it mostly back on track, from running 25 minute checks down to 12 or 13, anyway.
So I go back to saute. And he crashes. Again. So, I end up working the rest of the dinner rush on expo, while he struggles on saute. Yeehaw.
And this guy is a manager trainee. In 2 weeks he's gonna be a manager at another restaurant somewhere else. Hopefully in the dining room, not the kitchen.
Anyway, to sum it up: I got a raise, and then immediately got a chance to prove I deserved it.
Yet another fun-filled weekend, as seen from a kitchen. I need a bonghit. Or some coffee.
Oh yeah, 380 Ways to completely confuse your roommate.