There are so many things happening at break neck speeds - it's enough to give you whiplash.. All kinds of exciting stuff is about to drop, but in fear of jinxing myself (I have a tendency to do that..), I'm just going to keep my mouth shut...for now.
Notes From The Line....
"Oui, Chef"
Hand washing crystal martini glasses in one word: blows.
Why? Well I'm glad you asked.
Last week chef purchased brand new martini glasses (we only had like four, and it apparent that the rank and file of Lake Oswego lurve their martini's) up until that point we only had like four in house. Heavy duty ones too, that barely fit into the glass rack for the dishwasher. Not mention at the time there wasn't much of a need as we have a lot of wine, and started with a sparse liquor bar.
These new ones, while aesthetically pleasing, they're a pain in the ass. Leave it to me to be the one that culled the herd, becuase well lets face it sometimes I can be a bit dim. Call it overconfidence to the point of reverting IQ point's and failing ones dex roll didn't help.
At first it didn't look like the new glasses would fit into the glass racks.
Chef: Doesn't look like they'll fit..
Me: Oh they'll fit alright. Just like the old ones.[carefully placing said glasses in rack]
This is where I should have said "Oui, Chef" and washed those crystal bastards by hand. But, nooooo I had to act like I knew what I was doing, slid the rack into the dishwasher and let her rip. Did I mention that these bastards are friggin light? Or that our re-vamped and tuned up dishwasher now has more water pressure than Old Faithful?
It was the moment of truth. The dishes were done.
Me: (mentally crossing fingers, opening the door and gingerly pulling the rack out)
It was at this point I just dropped my head in shame. Both of the martini glasses, due to the massive pressure of the water and their light as air-ness had been pushed up through their little slot in the rack. One was broke, no two ways about it. The other one, lay in and out of it's slot.
Me: sonofabitch...
Chef was standing behind me at this point, he didn't have to say a word. I could feel him, sigh - roll his eye's in that "I told you so" way, and excused himself from the kitchen. Ok, he didn't "excuse" anything, he just left shaking his head. So now I wash the S.O.B.'s by hand, which brings us to the second time.
While this go around wasn't as exciting as the martini glasses trying to make a break for it in the dishwasher, it was just as stupid. The only faucet in the dish pit is as you would expect: a sprayer. Depending on the cycle in the dishwasher, it looses a bit of pressure.
I trust in you dear reader; to know where I'm going with this.
So, I'm just moving along washing a martini glass, I'm not at full pressure because the dishwasher is doing it's thing. I kept washing not even thinking about, then the pressure kicked back in. The renewed pressure shot the glass out of my hand at roughly the speed one could achieve by putting a lit bottle rocket up a squirrels ass ( just so we're straight, I have never put a bottle rocket up a squirrels ass..though I will say the mental image is pretty damn funny...).
Of course this happened just in time for chef to come into the kitchen.
Chef: Another one?
Me: ...... [shaking head]
There we no other words to be said really, I disposed of the busted (brand new) martini glass into the garbage. There is a lesson to be learned here kids:
If chef tells you or even hints that what you're about to do is a bad idea, just say "Oui chef" and figure out another way to do it, if he hasn't already told you how.
