Kitchen Life

For those of you who are looking for this week's List (capital letter intended), I do apologize. I have been asked to not continue it, and shall respect their wishes. In place of the quotes, today I'll be talking about life in the kitchen, from the view of a lowly dish monkey.

The day begins absurdly early, shambling around in the dark while alarm clocks and backup alarm clocks go off. After finding clothes that I don't mind getting bleach stains on, a mug of tea is thrown together on the way out the door. The weather at the time ranges from sunshine to rain to insanely thick fog. 

After stumbling into the kitchen (sometimes face first into a locked door), the daily process of washing hands, finding an apron, and donning a colourful chef's hat takes place. Duties are distributed, coffee or tea is consumed by all, and we become functional humans again.

After cleaning up from the meal, the next one is prepped. Singing, grumbling, and innuendo all fill the air, and the procedure is repeated for the next meal.

Good days involve breaks to see the sun, while less productive days lead to 12-13 hours of work. Afterwards, we all meander back to shower, then spend the evening around the people we just saw. 

Every day brings new jokes, different issues, and a few stages of community that takes other departments weeks to cycle through. In the end, we all are one weird, loving family. And the best kind of family: one with access to cookie dough. 

Toodles!