Burgers and Fives

The cute little saying goes that good things come to those who wait. Well, there was a lot of waiting for food going on at Friendly's the past two days, and the results were pretty disgusting. Yes, I was on grill. And let's just say that cooking was not how I remembered it. I learned grill last year for a little while and hadn't cooked since then until last night.
Of course, last year we had competent cooks. In the spirit of self-expression, I was used to cooking with people who knew what they were doing, not getting stuck running wheel on my first day back on grill because there was no one else who would even try.
I should have many humorous stories to impart about the grill side of the restaurant, but I've tried too hard to block all the horrific details from my mind to remember anything remotely amusing. I cooked so many burgers today that I shall probably have nightmares about them. And there's nothing that will rain on your parade more than feeling like a soggy French fry drenched in grease.
There was one slightly entertaining moment last night, though, when one of the other cooks putting cups of clam chowder in the food window looked away from what she was doing and slowly dumped two full cups all over the heating area.
"Um, why did you do that?"
"I got distracted by a cute guy in the dining room!"
Oh well, who wouldn't rather stare at them anyway.
But besides disliking the ridiculous insanity, I missed being clean.
I looked at all the nice neat little servers in their spotless black aprons and cute little pastel polos, and here I was on grill saying, "How the heck did I get mac and cheese on my butt?"
It's a man-versus-food world back there.
There was a spot of cheer in my day today, though. Some woman was apparently so impressed with the speed at which she got her food that she imparted a five-dollar tip to each of the cooks.
It's not a million dollars, but hey, I'm just a dirty little cook and I'll take it.