Saturday, February 18, 2012

What We Talk About When We Talk About Communication-Part Two

If you have ever worked the line in a kitchen, you know that one thing is more feared than any other—you know it, your co-workers know it, and it really scares the front of house people: SILENCE.

Our jobs require constant, up-each-other's-ass communication, but when there is an argument or a fight (just like in relationships), there is usually a long, awkward, service-fucking silence. Last night was one of those nights, yet it didn't fuck up service too much.

Granted, it was my fault, which is why I'm writing this—as a means of both processing and, I guess, public confession. Miscommunication blows. That's the moral of the story. When you're slammed and focused, all it takes a little miscommunication to crash the whole fucking house of cards you've built in your head. Tonight, please, be gentle on us all. Self, let go, be excellent to each other.


Conchscooter said...

pseudo-socialist poserdom in action!

Flapjacks said...

yes. someone actually said that. i really think it's silly. as silly as wearing a 'keep austin weird' shirt in key west.

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