The Fucking Machine

In restaurants everywhere, at all times, every day, there is teamwork going on. It’s not always good teamwork but sometimes it’s great. Whenever people work closely with others doing repetitive tasks, they tend to learn their traits and habits. This will happen in any kind of job I suppose, but it can be a symphony of motion in a restaurant. To be fair this is more common behind the line, where the same people work with each other and cook the same items or do the same jobs the same way every day all day. But it also happens in the front when two people are knocking out some sidework or sharing a large party. And especially behind the bar.

At The Sushi Joint the running sidework the FOH is responsible for consists of prepping salads and soups and polishing wine glasses and standard tasks like that. The teamwork at The Sushi Joint is pretty good in most cases. It has to be. We have a small staff and we work in a confined area. We’re used to dancing around each other.

So even though practically everybody that works there works well together there is one guy in particular with whom I really click. When Wendle and I are pumping out some salads our movements often resemble computer-synchronized robots assembling leafy green widgets on a factory line somewhere. One day after a precisely coordinated salad shooting frenzy, with every motion timed perfectly, every ingredient brought together in cookie cutter fashion, each salad as pretty and perfect as we could make them, I remarked on our efficiency ‘We seem to work together pretty good.’

‘Like a machine’ he said.

‘Yeah like a well-oiled fucking machine.’ I replied.

‘Ha! A Fucking Machine! That’s it!’

So now when we’re busting out some sidework you’ll hear one of us say ‘The Machine!’ and the other will reply ‘The Fucking Machine!’

Yeah it’s kinda stoopid but it helps to pass the time. And there are plenty of other-probably better-examples of coworker simpatico. Like when you get sat with a large and needy party and you go to the back after getting their expansive drink order and your buddy’s got a bunch of glasses filled with ice sitting on a tray waiting to be filled and you hear ‘What are they drinking man?’

The Fucking Machine!

You gotta love it.

 

Dignity and Respect

Me, The JerBear

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4 responses to “The Fucking Machine

  1. Like your stuff, man. If you get a cgance, check out some of my stuff as well. Peace, and keep up the good work.

  2. Like your stuff, man. If you get a chance, check out some of my stuff as well. Peace, and keep up the good work.

  3. The Fucking Machine. That is so perfect.

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