The two waiters standing in front of the order counter picked up their respective serving trays and went into the sea of dining tables and hungry patrons. I took a brief moment to catch my breath and wipe the few drips of sweat from my forehead.
“Christ,” I mumbled, “We’re really in the shits today.”
In the middle of my few seconds of peace, another waiter approached the counter and handed me two more ticket orders. Undoing the top button of my chef jacket to let some air out, I faced the kitchen and read out the orders to my staff.
“New orders in, listen up.”
Every person kept at their stations, cooking orders and preparing the dozens of incoming meals, as I read off the tickets. It was lively both inside and out the kitchen, everybody on their toes and working like a well-oiled machine. Dishes were leaving the kitchen at a rapid pace, compliments from satisfied customers came back in droves, and everything had a whiff of delicious food. This was the peak performance of my crew.
But tonight was a different story.
I stood at the counter, watching as the floor staff finished collecting any remaining dishes from empty tables. The entire kitchen was silent, finally cooling off from the number of roaring stove tops and ovens all being used at the same time. I thought about the abysmal performance from the first night of new chefs in the kitchen. It was one thing to see amateurs performing, but this was just absolutely horrid.
I looked out towards the kitchen, finalizing tonight’s decision, “Two people are leaving tonight.”
Ready to face the terrible chefs, I turned off the kitchen lights and left.
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