"wet t-shirt contest..."

Saturday night...busy...I should've been getting my ass handed to me on the wok. Instead, my number came up in the cook to dishwasher lotto. Pretty sweet. I took the time to prepare. I made a dishdawg mix...came ready to relax. Possibly a bit too ready to relax. I was pretty fucking smug...busting out dishes, pots, whatever...no worries, not a care. Then around 8 o'clock the bus tubs started coming back full force. I'm not saying I couldn't handle it, but I definitly had the attitude that if I could bang the line on a busy night, dish would be all cake-y. Maybe my age is really starting to catch up...I was feeling a bit beat up, but I made it through unscathed, none the less. I still got out before 1...and I definitely won the wet t-shirt contest! I'll take my chance to hang in dish whenever I'm needed, but keep me on the line where I feel at home. 

"Blowin' the dust off..."

Now seems as good a time as any to update this thing, as I'm about to head off for my first shift as a dishwasher in a very long time. Sure I've stepped in, pulled a partial dish shift when we were down, but always seem to get back to cooking. Tonight will be the first time I've been just a dishwasher since I was 17. You see the recession has hit Soba, and they have decided not to hire...needless to say each cook gets to pull a shift as dishdawg. I'm kind of excited. I made a playlist and I'm ready to chill in my hole and be left alone (for the most part)...no stress, no yelling...just dishes and rock! I'll keep you posted on the outcome.