A symphony in food… Part 4

ALLEGRO

As the expiditor I’m yelling, “Fire!” Plates come flying from all directions; section five has food that is sitting – catching reflections.  Where’s my runner?  What cover’s missing?  Six soups all day, I need a Caesar, I’m down two Ahi – On the fly!  Why in the world is this sauce separating?  Take it back and do it right.  Bump table 12 – their steaks are resting.  I need those sides to make it sell.  Hey, tell the bar I need well whisky and some wine – some for the food and some for the mind.

Its been such a “weeded” day (busy and behind).  This cacophony carries on for several hours with miniscule lulls.  In the midst of this poetic madness, I’m aware that I absolutely love it all!  The successes and the failures, the good, the bad, the ugly, the smooth and the oh-so rough.  I may earn only pennies for my passion but the pennies are enough.  I would rather play this tune day and night with no compensation, than to not and live in devastation.  This is my finale, my rush, my symphony. 

The rush dwindles and the tickets trickle; the sigh of relief is mutual.  As usual, the banter thickens now that it’s been given time to breathe.  The camaraderie of accomplishment echoes down hallways and soaks walls.  The withered walls, rooms and hallways that house this untamed madness are just as excited as we are.  The chaos is on our aprons but off our hands as the rush withdraws.  There will be no encore until tomorrow.  The time to clean is coming on soon - we erase the evidence of our battle wounds.  Tomorrow starts anew – another day to fulfill the dream, to cook until I scream.  But for now I’ll get some sleep and a bite to eat before I repeat this memory.  From the top, I’ll play it again, gladly.

THIS IS MY SYMPHONY!

The End