Last week was positively exhausting. Our stand was more or less kosher for Passover, with the result that we were more busy every day of chol hamoed than we are on a usual weekend. Every evening, we were crewed by two of the three really fast employees plus me, and it was still barely enough to stay on top of all the checks. They were working double shifts most days, though I was only available evenings, so I was in charge of finishing up the closing and left work most days at 2:30 AM. When it was all over, I had a nice day off with a 4-hour nap followed by going to bed at 10 PM.
Nonetheless, it was a week with a lot of gratification. The coolest was when one of the chefs, who is the head chef of the flagship restaurant and the brother of the owner, said that it was clear that I was going to be part of the next generation of the restaurant. It was also pretty heartwarming the day I arrived and everyone in the stand cheered. The worker who trained me, and who occasionally acts as shift manager told me that the management is very satisfied with me.
Last night was much calmer as much of our regular clientele was busy with mimouna. The people who did come were some variety of "oh good, it's still KLP here" and "you mean you haven't switched back to regular bread yet?" I got into a funny argument with a customer about it.
-Why don't you have regular bread? Passover ended yesterday.
-Yes, but chametz isn't allowed until tonight.
-But mimouna was yesterday!
-No, mimouna is tonight because, although Passover ended last night, because of Shabbat, there's no halachic way to acquire chametz until tonight. So we don't have regular bread yet.
And now I want mufletta and I don't have any mufletta. Maybe I'll learn to make mufletta.
Nonetheless, it was a week with a lot of gratification. The coolest was when one of the chefs, who is the head chef of the flagship restaurant and the brother of the owner, said that it was clear that I was going to be part of the next generation of the restaurant. It was also pretty heartwarming the day I arrived and everyone in the stand cheered. The worker who trained me, and who occasionally acts as shift manager told me that the management is very satisfied with me.
Last night was much calmer as much of our regular clientele was busy with mimouna. The people who did come were some variety of "oh good, it's still KLP here" and "you mean you haven't switched back to regular bread yet?" I got into a funny argument with a customer about it.
-Why don't you have regular bread? Passover ended yesterday.
-Yes, but chametz isn't allowed until tonight.
-But mimouna was yesterday!
-No, mimouna is tonight because, although Passover ended last night, because of Shabbat, there's no halachic way to acquire chametz until tonight. So we don't have regular bread yet.
And now I want mufletta and I don't have any mufletta. Maybe I'll learn to make mufletta.
