Halfway through morning prep, the building notified us that they were going to turn the water off for a few hours. The managers flew off the handle; this was unacceptable, there was no advance warning, how were we supposed to cook without water? Something needed fixing, though, and this was just how things were. So we filled every 20qt Cambro with water and stuck them in all the corners like there was a hurricane coming. We were asked not to use the bathroom if possible. But the water stayed on as the hours crawled slowly toward the beginning of dinner. I peeled cucumbers and fried donuts that wouldn’t be good the following day, thinking to myself,
Reminds me of “Down and out in Paris and London” by George Orwell who talked about the “debrouillard” in the restaurant where he washed dishes, which means the person who gets things done no matter what.
Reminds me of “Down and out in Paris and London” by George Orwell who talked about the “debrouillard” in the restaurant where he washed dishes, which means the person who gets things done no matter what.