Advanced/Apprentice: Culinary Chronicles, Capers & Canards

Working the football game was once again a lot of fun. There's so much energy and liveliness to it. And, once again, I was working the tall hot box. I was also helping with the fat sandwiches every once in a while. I've gotten really comfortable dishing out orders coming in quickly, which means I need to do something else. I have one thing down and can move on to a new skill. I know I mentioned it before, that in moving to something else I get the feeling that whoever took over my job I can be doing it better, but whatever. Live and learn and growth, and stuff. I think I'd like to work the counter next. I like the people (and this should cure me of it in no time). It's my last scheduled snack shack shift, actually, and if I had to pick one that would be it. I really have enjoyed everything we've done, and that fact that with each job we've gotten better at our jobs and overall more cohesive. Anything we need to improve on, still? Who knows. From my perspective it's a little annoying to hear someone call for three chicken strips, turn around and not notice when I'm right behind them shouting, "Chicken strips!... Chicken Strips!!!......WHO ASKED ME FOR CHICKEN STRIPS!?". It's not their fault, I understand. You have to keep taking orders and calculate totals of orders over the noise and din of an open kitchen, and do it all quickly to keep the line from backing up too far. I'm sure I'll have my own problems working window for the very first time. I sincerely hope it isn't a football game :S I can't wait for the next game, whatever it is. I don't know how long I can last without another ranch-bbq-onionring-chickenstrip-macbite-cheeseburger. With fries. -Drew