Monday was not a good day. Not a good day at all. First, I left home early to get a hair cut. When I got to the barber, he was not there. I gave him a call and he said he was on his way — he arrived about an half hour later. By that time I had to head to work, so I did.
Got to work, did what I had to and went to the kitchen to pan out bacon. I was soon called away from that to prepare tomatoes because they had none under the board and what was on the board was almost finished. While preparing tomatoes, I was constantly being called to drop fries, chicken, burger and whopper patties, to refill the fries dispenser and to restock the meat wells. It was very hectic.
My co-worker (the one who I think is crushing on me) would usually be there to assist in those tasks, but she was doing something else, so I was left all alone. Alone to do all that work.
It was finally break and I must I say I was relieved. Forty-five minutes of freedom. Forty-five minutes to rest my feet. Yes, we only get 45 minutess for break. My lunch mate had lunch at an earlier time so I was alone again, but this time I didn’t mind. As usual when you are enjoying something, it seems to go by faster than you realize. My break was over. In anguish I climbed down the stairs back into the kitchen area, emptied my tray, put it by the sink, then went to wash my hands.
It was about after 1 to 2 there about. I don’t quite remember. What I do remember is that it was the lunch hour rush. I went to help out at the board, as well as to man the frying stations. Orders were ringing up like crazy and so were the requests for meats and items for the board. This is where my day got a worse.
When I was taking out the fish out of the fryer, it broke off. When I was making a sandwich the bread broke. When I went to the refrigerator to take out whoppers, the bottom of the two bags ripped open, so I had to get freezer bags to put them in. When I was putting the whoppers into the broiler, they overlapped and ended up not being cooked properly. In that very moment, I could just die.
Everything was going counter to what I wanted. I was annoyed and completely flustered. I could even tell that my co-worker who was stationed at the board was not pleased by disagreeable the look on her face.
There is a saying that goes “if you can’t take the heat, then get out of the kitchen” and that’s exactly what I did. I got out of there. I went upstairs and went to the bathroom. I had to take a breather. I calmed myself down and in the short period of 3 minutes I was back at it again, but with a positive attitude.
With a change of attitude the time went by quite quickly and soon it was time to go home. An explosion of joy of enormous proportions went off inside my body. My worse day on the job was now over. I was now free. Free from the oppression of the broiler and the fryers;free from the confines of the BK kitchen…for now.