To Stress or to Sleep? Why Not Both?

The town has passed the low point of the post-Christmas holiday’s slow down. Now everything is gearing back up toward the world championships here the first two weeks of February. Signs are going up and advertisements are getting hung and everyone is beginning to speculate about exactly how much increased business and pressure the event is going to bring to their particular job.

My restaurant doesn’t expect a huge leap in guests during the time period, but our February was already going to be a busy time. Not necessarily due to regular service, which should still be hovering at a very manageable 60-120 people per lunch, but because of buy-out events in the evenings. This is where the single shift regular operation schedule starts to hurt a bit more. There is no evening crew to cover events, so I expect to work a fair number of doubles during the month. Of course, since the line closes down after 2:30, the doubles aren’t as difficult as they might otherwise be. The break between service and party can be focused entirely on preparing for the night’s event and three or four cooks dedicated to one project can make a lot of progress in three and a half hours.

On top of twenty-six nights of the months having some sort of scheduled event (based on my info from a month ago, which is honestly horribly out of date), the chef, sous-chef, and general manager of the restaurant are expected to spend some of their working hours away from the cabin, helping with food vending at the world championship event. The chef keeps teasing me about being in charge while they’re off doing whatever they end up doing, which I interpret as ‘you won’t have more authority, but please, enjoy some extra responsibility during this coming time of trial.’ Which is an extra reason to hope and pray that the orthopedic surgeon removes the cast tomorrow and gives me permission to do whatsoever my heart desires with that arm.

Work has gone better than I expected, for my right wrist being so restrained, but there are still certain activities that I am accustomed to being able to accomplish and it’s frustrating to discover that they’re still beyond my reach. Plus, I can tell when an activity has become significantly less efficient due to the cast’s interference. Knife work is one of those things that I can do, but not with the proper form, which would lead to faster accomplishment of tasks and less time stress in my days.

The many subtle stresses throughout the day when I can’t perform what I would consider a normal task (hair washing, dish washing, floor washing, cleanliness in general, really) are joining with the onset of a cold and the threats of another hectic couple of weeks to make me want to sleep constantly and avoid people and outside activities. I’ve held to that plan of action for the past two weeks and feel that it has been quite successful at keeping me relatively happy and healthy.

So as long as my scaphoid cooperates, I’m feeling fairly satisfied with how geared up I am for the oncoming weeks. Busy is hard, but it makes the time here alone fly by all the faster. And the paychecks fatter, which I never complain about.

Betharoni

http://www.gourmetinthefield.com

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  • lauraimprovises

    That seems to be a general approach: more responsibility without the authority. :-) So glad your scaphoid seems to be healing well! I will try not to say “don’t overdo it” too much for you to bear.