Kitchen Life: Ice Mix & Fish

“Welcome back FNG.” Jake said.

FNG nodded and turned towards Matt.

“Hey Matt, um, they said they don't carry ice mix.” FNG said barely audible.

“I know they don’t.” Matt replied. He was walking away to grabbed the clip board to start his line check. FNG followed closely behind him.

“What! You knew that they don’t carry it and you sent me to the store for it! Why?” FNG exasperated.

“Because it’s a running joke. Kind of a initiation to the kitchen. Don’t worry, Frank got pretty pissed about it and that makes me happy.” Matt gleamed.

“I'm not going to get written up, am I?” FNG asked. The sheer look of terror on his face was almost enough to make Matt burst out laughing.

Matt contained his laughter and simply stated, “No, if anything I would be written up.”

Matt’s reassurance didn’t seem to help FNG much. The fear seemed to subside in FNG’s eyes only to be replaced with confusion.

“Why would you be...” FNG started.

“Because I sent the kid I’m suppose to train to the store for a nonexistent product. Look, don't worry about it. Just go back to your station, were almost open.” Matt interrupted.

“Okay.” FNG agreed. He made his way to the fryer station and looked around nervous as if some sort of evil impending doom were to happen at any moment. ‘I feel out of place. I wonder if this fryer basket feels as out of place as I do...’ FNG pondered.

Maggie entered the kitchen and leaned against the patty cooler. She had one thing on her mind...

“Matty. Do you want to make me something to eat?” Maggie whined.

“Not really.” Matt stated.

“Oh come on.” Maggie pressed further.

Matt set down the spatula he was holding, turned to Maggie and said, “I told you Maggie, your not my type. Besides I thought girls didn't like that kind of thing.”

“What thing?” Maggie questioned.

“Nothing.” Matt said. He shook his head at his failed attempt at a quick quip.

“Please!!! I'm really hungry!” Maggie begged.

“Ask Jake. Wait, why don't you ask Frank?” Matt asked. The sarcastic tone implied Matt’s cynicism was firmly intact.

“EW! He is the most grossest guy! And he smells like fish most of the time!” Maggie exclaimed.

“Sounds like you guys have something in common!” Matt jested.

“Who?” Frank asked. He had emerged from the office under Matt’s radar. Maggie decided that the blood rule of 10 feet could also apply to Frank and went to ask Jake if he would make her some food.

“You and Maggie.” Matt replied.

“What makes you think that?” Frank asked.

“You both like fish!” Matt beamed.

“Really? She likes fish?” Frank asked. It seemed to Matt that Frank had more questions then answers.

“Yeah, man! Loves it!” Matt exuberated.

“Fish is disgusting!” Frank stated.

“Kind of like your cologne.” Matt retorted.

“Funny. Speaking of funny, did your trainee come back?” Frank questioned Matt.

“FNG? Yeah, he's back.” Matt answered. Matt was utterly shocked that Frank wouldn’t leave after his cologne comment and wondered why he was still hanging around.

“Good. I'm firing him for being so stupid.” Frank said.

“Hey, no. That's not fair at all. It was a joke, let it go. I mean it's his first week, and you know damn well that was my fault.” Matt defended FNG.

“Fine. But anymore of your antics and you and him are gone!” Frank threatened.

“Sure thing coach. Now go back to the office and do what you do best.” Matt suggested.

“What's that suppose to mean?” Frank asked. As much as he tried to intimidate Matt, it never worked.

“That your good at paperwork?” Matt quipped.

“I mean it Matt, quit fucking around!” Frank said. His voice slightly elevated for effect.

“Whatever you say Chief!” Matt said as he mocked saluted Frank while he walked away.

***

While the cynical and ominous dispute was going on between Frank and Matt, Jake and Maggie were having a light, innuendo filled discussion on the other side of the line.

“Oh and extra cheese! And maybe some more tomatoes! Mmm, This is going be good!” Maggie exclaimed. Her mouth watering at the sight and smell of her meal.

“You know what else is going be good?” Jake chimed in.

“What?” Maggie asked. Her coy attitude implied the usual, ‘I already know, but I want you to tell me anyway’ state of mind.

“Our little romp later.” Jake said. Oh he was good and he knew it.

“Well I hope it's not to little, and that it's more of a hard fucking.” Maggie teased. Oh she was good and he knew it.

Jake put up her meal and said, “Here you are.”

“Thank you Jake.” Maggie said. She looked gingerly at him and blew him a kiss.

“Your welcome.” Jake replied.

The office door slammed shut yet again. Everyone in the kitchen needed to know the dirt.

“What was that about?” Shaun asked. The haze was starting to fade and he was becoming more observant.

“Just our noble kitchen manager playing bad cop.” Matt explained.

“What did you say to him now?” Jake questioned Matt. Jake knew that Matt had did something to get under Frank’s skin.

“Nothing much. He's still pissy about the FNG thing.” Matt replied.

“Franks mad at me?” FNG asked. The terror now back in his eyes.

“No, he's mad at me, but he was going to fire you.” Matt said. He had mentioned the last bit to make it sound humorous, but it didn’t work the way he meant it to.

“WHAT? I did what you told me to do!” FNG fretted.

“I know. That's what I...” Matt started.

“So he's going to fire me?” FNG cut Matt off to exasperate further.

“No. I talked him out of it. Anyway, let's check out your station.” Matt suggested to FNG.

World of Warcraft: Cataclysm Expansion

Figured I would attempt to put things in order even if I am totally off on it. First of all, the new races and classes that make no sense... Well the races you will probably need a level 60 minimum character to unlock them. As for the weird combination's, they are most likely Hero Classes for those races. You will probably only be allowed to have 1 per server, per race.

As for this last expansion, (if it is even the next expansion), will probably have all three of the major story lines in it. It will more then likely be split into 4 parts, first dealing with the Maelstrom: This will included the crazy redesign of Azeroth and deal with bringing in the new character races. We will also probably see Thrall leave and Hellscream completely destroy everything he has worked to do. The last of the content of 4.1 will more then likely end introducing The Guardian of Tirisfal.

The 4.2 patch will probably contain the next major story line of Queen Azshara. This patch, (it would stand to reason), will take place both before and after the Cataclysm. Much like some of the content in Wrath. The plot will probably have a lot to do with how Azshara escaped and attempted to reopen the portal, (with the help of Deathwing/Neltharion), which caused the cataclysmic events in the first place. This expansion would naturally introduce one of the new islands that resurfaces in the cataclysm as the new daily grounds much like the Isle of Quel'Danas.

4.3 will, (in all probability), be the last patch that deals with the after math of everything in the past two patches. This will, (one would assume), included Thrall reclaiming his place as the leader of the Horde, (possibly by some heart wrenching speech about how Hellscream's father didn't give his life for his son to ruin what The Horde stood for), and possibly a romance between Thrall and Jania happens, which then in turn ends the feud between The Horde and Alliance. Although feuds will inevitably exist, thus we will still have PvP.

Which brings us to 4.4. The Emerald Dream. As any fan boy, (or girl), knows, the Emerald dream is a place of wonder and beauty. An educated guess would be that Horde and Alliance will be able to raid together, (this could be the reason for the introduction of the faction switching), as they are now on the same side, even though factions will most likely still be in tact. However this patch will possibly allow for a common language used by both Horde and Alliance for the low one time cost of 1,000 gold. A 40 man raid will also be made available, but since the Horde and Alliance are now at an uneasy truce and fighting against The Nightmare and not each others factions, the raid will possibly require 20 Horde and 20 Alliance.

I should have said this off the hop, but any similarities to the new World of Warcraft expansion, (true or not), are completely speculative and reflect only my views on how I see the game going.

-A. Warren Johnson

Kitchen Life: 86'd.

Jake began his story, (like all good stories), at the beginning of the night.

Jake and Matt had just gotten off shift and decided to have a few beers on the patio before going home for the night. Luckily for the two of them Maggie was their server and they wouldn’t have to order food with their beer.

“What do you two want?” Maggie asked. The mock disgust in her voice suggested she was in a great mood even though she was more then likely closing.

“A pitcher would be swell Mags.” Matt replied.

“Really? Just one?” Maggie asked. She was generally shocked by this.

“For the moment anyway. Matt is undecided on getting smashed tonight.” Jake responded.

“Ah. I see, well I’ll bring out two. Just to be on the safe side.” Maggie said. She left to get the pitchers.

“See Matt! Maggie just made your decision much easier!” Jake cheered.

“Yeah, she’s a good friend.” Matt smiled.

A few hours and $75 later, the Cheshire was closed. Jake and Matt were finishing their last two glasses of beer. As both Jake and Mat viewed their growing alcohol dependency at a professional level, they were just getting buzzed. Maggie joined them to cash out for the night.

“So what is your plan for this evening?” Maggie asked.

“Not sure. Possibly go to the bar for a bit then catch a show or two at the peelers.” Jake postulated.

“That sounds like a pretty solid plan.” Matt chimed in.

Maggie was counting what she made that night and didn’t even look up as she said,“Sweet.”

“What’s your plan, Mags?” Jake questioned.

“I don’t know.” Maggie answered, still counting.

“Well you should come out with us!” Matt suggested. The beer buzz was treating him fine.

“Sounds good, but I’m not going to the strippers.” Maggie stated.

“Excellent.” Jake replied.

A couple of hours later, Jake and Matt said good night to Maggie and headed to the strip club. When they arrived they were relieved to find a few empty seats in front of the stage. There wasn’t a show going on so Matt decided to start a conversation with Jake.

“Fuck, dude. The booze is hitting home. I'm fucking drunk!” Matt slurred.

“Yeah me too.” Jake replied.

Just then the D.J. came on over the PA and announced the next show. The dancer made her way on stage. The D.J. trumped, “The alluring STORMY!!!”

“Hey, I got an idea!” Jake exclaimed.

“What's that?” Matt asked. He was too drunk to be excited by ideas.

“Let's pick up the stripper!” Jake suggested.

“I don't know, dude, we're pretty fucked up. I don't think she'll go for it.” Matt articulated.

“Sure she will! Watch this!” Jake retorted.

Jake began to motion Stormy to come over to him. As Jake stood up just a little bit, she bent down. Jake whispered to her, “Would you care to hangout with my friend and I after the bar closes?”

“Sounds fun, I would love to do that!” Stormy nodded. “Meet me out front after my set.” She added. She winked slyly at Jake and Matt as she returned to centre stage.

***

Outside of the club, Jake and Mat waited for Stormy. Mat had a little bit too much booze and found the wall to be wonderful to lean against with his hands on his knees. Jake on the other hand was really was way to excited to lean, so he stood rubbing his hands together.

Mat trying very hard not to let his world completely rush away into the land of sleep started a conversation.

“Jake, not to burst your nut, but I don't think she's going show.” Matt said. He was hoping that she wouldn’t.

“Sure she will! It's only been fifteen minutes. Just relax Matt.” Jake retorted.

“I'll give it another five minutes, then I'm getting us a cab, and were going back to your place to crash.” Matt stated.

***

“So, then what happened?” Shaun interrupted.

“Well, she ended coming outside at the last minute and we ended up back at her hotel room.” Mat explained. His enthusiasm was out weighed by his embarrassment.

***

Jake, Matt and Stormy sat on the hotel bed. The drinking had slowed down to 1 drink per hour. Stormy was telling Jake and Matt about herself. Matt wasn’t sure if what he was hearing was correct and Jake just wanted to fuck.
Stormy went on with her stories.

“Then this one time when I was still hooking, this guy picked me up. We went back to his house, his kids were in bed, and his wife was out with her friends. So we get in to things, you know he starts fingering me while I'm blowing him. Just nickel and dime stuff, really. Anyway, when things get into full swing he turns to me and asks me if he could give it to me doggie style while I give him a rim job. Well I said, if you want me to do that it'll cost you another seventy-five bucks! I mean I was trying to put myself through Med school for god sake. So what do you guys do?” Stormy asked.

“Well... We work in a kitchen.” Matt said. His confusion by this point was more than apparent. Questions like, ‘How old is this stripper?’ And ‘She looks hot, but is that actually how she looks, or is it just the alcohol?’ Kept creeping up in his mind.

“That's cool. I used to do that. Except that I would hide in a cooler and give hummers to all the male staff when they got to stressed out. Man, I got paid phenomenally well. That is until they made all these laws against hookers in coolers waiting to give BJ's.” Stormy chimed in.

***

“Wow!” Van exclaimed. Sadly in the 5 to 10 minutes it took Jake and Matt to tell the story, no one still had any clue as to what Van was really saying.

Jake turned to Van and asked, “What?”

“Never mind.” Van said as he shook his head and hand at Jake.

“That's crazy!” Shaun exclaimed.

“That's nothing. It gets worse.” Matt solemnly stated.

“How? You guys nailed her, and caught something?” Shaun inquired.

“No. Nothing like that. See Matt ended up sleeping with her. He didn't catch anything.” Jake said attempting to embarrass Matt more.

“Okay, you have to realize that we were in no condition to make any judgment calls. This stripper we both thought was fucking smoking, and Jake nailed too. The problem was when we woke up in the morning we realized two things: first we had drank way too much and our hangovers were not going to let us go to work, and secondly the stripper we had picked up the night before was eighty-six years old!” Matt explained.

Shaun and Van both burst out in maniacal laughter.

“Frank must have been pissed when you guys called in!” Shaun said. He had forgot whether or not he was trying to ask a question or make a statement.

“Yeah, but he didn't even write us up because of the fact that the stripper was eighty-six. He just laughed at us the next day we came in. It’s probably my fondest memory of Frank actually.” Matt said.

“Matt, why did you bring that story up? That was really embarrassing.” Jake said.

“You brought it up!” Matt exclaimed as he raised a finger and pointed at Jake.

Just then FNG walked in the back door. He walked into the kitchen looking similar to Judas when he told the rest of the apostles that he sold Jesus for 30 silver pieces.

Kitchen Life: When in doubt, push your luck!

As soon as the door was shut, Mat let out a chuckle of self satisfaction. To Mat it seemed that Frank didn’t appreciate honesty.

Jake broke Mat’s train of silent thought.

“Fuck! He was pissed!” Jake said. The half chuckle, half speaking made Mat chuckle a little harder.

“Yeah. Oh well, the madder he gets the funnier it is.” Mat replied.

Jake raised a finger to Mat and said, “I think your on to something Matt.” Both of them began laughing at the whole situation.

They were both on the verge of tears when Shaun piped up with the a question through his stoned haze, “Hey, where's Kamron?” He asked setting down his knife and realizing that he wasn’t on the station he was supposed to be working on that day.

“Don't know. He was supposed to open today wasn't he?” Mat answered with another question.

“I'm fairly sure I saw him on the schedule. Why don’t you go ask Frank?” Jake suggested.

“Fuck that, he's already pissed about my prank on FNG. Why don't you go ask, Jake?” Mat replied. It seemed to Mat that he had more questions then answers.

“I just got back, and the mood he's in I'd probably lose my job. Sure pissing him off is funny, but I need the money.” Jake explained.

Van was excited to be helpful to his English speaking friends and stated, “Kamron's in Tokyo. I heard Frank talking to himself about it.” However, since he was unable to speak English, it just came out in a different language.

“What?” Mat asked Van.

“I said, Kamron is in Tokyo!” Van responded in his native tongue once more. He even tried to use body language in an attempt to make his statement a little more clear.
“Van, you know none of us can understand Bosnian, just write it down. It is a lot easier that way.” Mat suggested.

“Yeah, yeah. The story of my life! Just write it down! Why don’t you people just learn Serbo-Croatian” Van mumbled as he pulled a slip of paper from the printer he was closest to. His English spelling was quite horrible:

‘CamEran si n toEKEy-O’

It was at least better then his attempts to vocalize his idea’s. He handed the note to Mat.

“For fuck sakes!” Mat exclaimed, he then added, “Well saddle up boys, it's going be one of those days.”

“Why's that?” Shaun asked.

“Kamron's in Tokyo.” Mat answered.

“How the fuck did he end up in Tokyo?” Shaun asked.

Shaun meant the question to be rhetorical, but Jake suggested an answer anyway. “Probably got drunk and ended up catching a flight with some Asian stripper.”

“What?” Van asked. Van was unfamiliar with the term ‘Stripper’.

“Huh?” Jake asked Van. What they had was a failure to communicate.

“I don't understand.” Van said. He repeatedly shrugged his shoulders to convey that he wanted to know what the term ‘Stripper’ meant.

“Just drunken stupidity. Some people do absolutely retarded things when they're drunk. Like the time Matt and I went to that stripper's room.” Jake answered.

“Jake, man. Don't bring that up!” Mat exclaimed.

“Why not?” Shaun asked Mat. He then turned to Jake and asked, “What happened Jake?”

A devious smile crossed Jake’s face. Mat knew the look well. It meant inevitable embarrassment. As Mat silently wished not to relive this story, Jake continued. “Okay, so one night Mat and I go to the bar...”

Kitchen Life: Earlier that day...

It was early. Way to early for most of the minimum wage slaves around the world, however wage slave drivers didn’t seem to be much of people anyway.

Frank was a wage slave driver, otherwise known as a manager. As he barreled into the parking lot he decided to parking in the handicap parking spot. There was no other reason then to show he could.

He got out of his truck and tried to unlock the door. This turned out to be one of those experiences that was very unfavorable as his key snapped on him in the lock.

“Stupid fucking door! This is going to come out of my paycheck! I just know it! Thanks you stupid fucking door!” Frank yelled.

He kicked the door, looked around, then decided to pull and shake the handle violently to try and unlock it that way. This also proved to be unfavorable as it swung open and hit him in the face. This had caused his nose to bleed.

After a short and unbridled scream of rage, he pinched the bridge of his nose and went inside.
Frank walked to the public washroom and plugged his bloody nostril with 3 squares of toilet paper. He then made his way to the office. The was a message on the machine, he pressed the play button.

The answering machine beeped and stated that there was one new message and proceeded to play it.

“Hey it's Kamron, I don't think I can make it to work today because Last night I got hammered, and I ended up in Tokyo! Can you believe it? I mean this is pretty wild! Anyway a Geisha girl hooker seduced me and stole my passport, so I need to get smuggled back into Canada on a "Fishing Boat". Anyway I'll be back in a couple days, so just get the FNG to cover my shifts. Kay Later.” Kamron’s voice said.

“That little punk! His ass is as good as fired when he gets back!” Frank promised the air around him.

Frank took off his jacket and hung it up on the coat rack in the office. He walked out of the office and went to the coffee machine to make a pot of coffee. Just then a server walks up behind him and began washing her hands.

Frank turned around startled by the sink and said, “Oh, Hey Maggie. How are you?”

“All right.” Maggie replied.

“Well.. Okay. Is there anything that you want to talk about? Possibly getting together tonight, going for dinner and possibly going back to my place?” Frank said trying to be smooth as ice.

“God! What do think I am? A Slut? Do I have a sign on my forehead that says "OPEN FOR BUSINESS" or something?” Maggie snapped.

Jake came into the kitchen with a swagger. He had heard Maggie snap at Frank when he had walked in and decided to go on with the day as if nothing happened at all.

“No. Not per-say. But I... I... Oh forget it!” Frank choked.

Frank began to walk back to the office. He looked up to see Jake coming in, gave him a head nod and kept on walking. Jake walked up behind Maggie and put his arms around her waist.

“Hey Maggie, we still on for this afternoon?” Jake whispered in Maggie’s ear.

Maggie turned her head and said, “You bet Jake. You know how much I like it at work. Makes me feel so dirty! I love when you make me feel that way.”

“Yes, Yes I do. So when do you want to hook up?” Jake asked.

“Lets aim for around three. Should be dead enough by then.” Maggie suggested.

Maggie smiled at Jake and walked away to set up the dinning area. Jake stared at her smiling until she was by the host stand, then grabbed a cup of coffee and went to his station to set up. It would be just another day in paradise.

FNG and Matt came into the kitchen. Matt saw Jake, gave him a smirk and said, “What’s up G?”

“Not much, going to fuck Maggie at work later.” Jake replied.

“Oh, not like that’s ever happened before.” Matt said as he walked to the washroom.

“No, never!” Jake shot back.

They both began to chuckle while FNG just stood frozen at the exchange of conversation that had just taken place.

Matt turned to FNG and asked, “Is everything okay dude?”

“Umm... I’m fine.” FNG replied. He then put on an obviously forced smile to Matt.

“Okay, just checking.” Matt returned.

Matt walked to the washroom and closed the door. Jake watched him do this then turned his attention to FNG.

“So you must be new. I can see the fear in your eyes. Don’t worry, it’ll get better and before long you’ll be in the loop of the drama. I’m Jake by the way.” Jake offered.

“It’s nice to meet you, I’m...”

FNG was cut off by the office door opening and shutting rather loudly.

“That’s Frank, he is the worst KM ever.” Jake whispered to FNG.

“Jake, where the hell is Matt? He is supposed to be here by... Oh, hey. You must be the FNG. I’m your manager Frank.” Frank said. He extended his hand to FNG.

FNG took and shook it as professionally as he could.

“Your trainer is some what touched in the head and isn’t here yet...” Frank started.

“Actually, he’s in the washroom. He’ll be out soon if you would care to save your snide comments to say to his face.” Jake piped up.

“Oh, well then your in good hands. Welcome to the team!” Frank said. He then walked out front.

“See what I mean?” Jake asked FNG.

“I don’t care for him much already.” FNG replied.

“Nobody really does.” Jake said.

Matt came out of the washroom and said, “Could you show him how to set up Jake?” As he disappeared out front to grab a coffee.

“All right FNG, this is the kitchen. First things first, we grab some wash buckets.” Jake said.

***
On the service isle Matt stood staring off at the ceiling as he poured his coffee. He looked down at his coffee to make sure he wasn’t spilling everywhere. The pot ran empty.

“That cheap fuck.” Matt said to himself.

Just then Frank walked up beside Matt with an empty coffee mug.

“DAMN IT! Why do you always do that?” Frank questioned Matt.

“They don't call me the fastest coffee snatcher of the west for nothin', partner.” Matt replied in a mock Texan accent.

“Whatever, Matt. Just put some more fucking coffee on.” Frank instructed as he sulked back to the office.

“Aye, aye captain!” Matt exclaimed as he began putting on another pot.

Matt returned to the kitchen with his coffee.

“Boy, Frank is pissy today.” Matt said.

“That's nothing, when I got here he was trying to nail Maggie!” Jake chimed in.

“Really? Did he get anywhere with it?” Matt inquired.

“No.” Jake responded.

“What!?! Maggie didn't give it up to him? I wonder why not...” Matt said sarcastically.

“Because I intercepted the pass.” Jake stated.

“You are a real prick, you know that Jake?” Matt asked rhetorically.

“Well how did you do that?” FNG asked genuinely.

“You don’t get to know trade secrets on your first day.” Matt said to FNG.

“I’m not that young you know. I do know about sex!” FNG protested.

“I’m not saying you don’t. Look, would you be able to go get some Ice Mix from the store?” Matt asked FNG.

“Ice Mix? What's that used for?” FNG questioned.

“The ice machine, it ran out of ice, so I need you to go to the store and get Ice Mix.” Matt replied.

“Okay! Is there a specific brand we use?” FNG perked.

“No. It's just called Ice Mix. Now go before we open!” Matt instructed.

“Kay I'll be right back!” FNG said. His exuberance was highly noticeable.

“Okay. Go.” Matt shooed FNG.

The words had no sooner left Matt’s mouth and FNG was gone.

“And I'm the prick!” Jake exclaimed.

“I never said that I wasn't. So how'd you do it?” Matt asked.

“I'd say Jake saved me from Frank. Frank is one of those guys that tries way to hard to get laid. I just told him I wasn't a slut and Jake came and asked me if we were still on for this afternoon.” Maggie stated as she walked into the kitchen.

“Nice.” Matt chimed with a head nod.

“We are still on for Three though, right?” Jake asked deviously.

“Fuck yeah! Since I saw Gash Gushing for Cum 42, and I saw you in action with that brunette, it got me extremely hot.” Maggie claimed.

“The part where Jake's doing her doggie style while she gives him a rim job? You're telling me! You were the first person I thought of when I saw that!” Matt said with his usual sarcasm.
Jake responded to this banter by laughing. Maggie and Matt were always in a playful state of bickering and this was always entertaining to watch.

“Matty, you are... really funny. But I know you want to have your way with me right there on your cutting board.” Maggie said, sure that she was right.

“No Thanks. I know that you have the Clap, and I'm not down with that shit. Besides, It’s not your fault that your a slut, all you truly want is to be loved. That is what you said the other night when we were drunk right?” Matt prodded.

“So what? I was drunk! People say things they don’t really mean when they are drunk! I like sex, I like it a lot, and just because you don’t get the play that you want, don’t take it out on me, because I offered! And another thing, I don’t have the clap! Well at least not anymore, so there!” Maggie matter-of-factly stated as she walked back out front.

Shaun and Van walked into the kitchen smelling like they had just been at a bond fire, but instead of burning wood, they opted to burn Marijuana.

“What'd up, Matt?” Shaun greeted.

“The same as yesterday, still at this soul crushing hell hole. How about you?” Matt shot back.

“Not much. Just smoked this wicked dope with Van.” Shaun proudly announced.

“Isn't this your first day back from your worker's comp holiday?” Matt asked.

“Yeah, but this shit just smelled sweet! I had to try some out before work.” Shaun confessed.

“Gonna slice your finger nails off again after just getting back?” Jake pressed.

“Nah man, I'm good to go.” Shaun said.

“Shaun, get to work!” Frank shouted out from the office.

“Talk to you in a bit.” Shaun said walking to the washroom to get changed.

“All right, Shaun.”

“And you Van! Your are late again! I swear, the next time your late I'm writing you up!” Frank yelled as he came out of the office.

“Go back to the office and jerk it until you blind yourself.” Van said without fear.

Matt and Jake would have laughed if they understood what he said. Frank would have probably fired him. That’s the only draw back to having a foreigner that doesn’t speak English.

“What was that Van?” Frank said angrily. However he knew it wouldn’t matter if he repeated it or not as no one understood anything he said.

“I said...”

“Just shut up and get to work! Matt, where's that new kid?” Frank cut Van off and turned his wrath towards Matt.

“FNG?” Matt coyly asked.

“Yeah him.” Frank demanded.

“I sent him to the store for ice mix.” Matt replied whimsically.

“Oh. Okay.” Frank said, then began to walk away until it sank in. When it did Frank lost it and yelled, “WHAT??? YOU SENT HIM TO THE STORE FOR ICE MIX??? YOU FUCKING RETARD!!! I SHOULD FIRE YOU RIGHT NOW!!!”

“Go head. That way I could get on with my life.” Matt returned with confidence.

“FUCK!!! I'll deal with you later!” Frank said. He stormed back to the office and slammed the door.

Kitchen Life: Prologue

Most people think that the Kitchen Life is easy. Maybe they think we don’t do much in the kitchen, or maybe they think their food just magically appears and we are there just to make sure it goes to their table before anyone one else gets their food. While I may not know what goes through people’s minds when they go out to eat, I do know what it’s like being one of the magicians that work the back end. Naturally I’m talking about the kitchen.

Today isn’t like every other day of my some what personal hell. There is no work. I don’t just mean that I have a day off, I’m talking more about needing to seek another kitchen, at least until I find something else that I want to do with my life.

I should really start at the beginning to give you a clearer idea of what my situation is all about.
Yesterday I was supervising while my kitchen manager Frank was busy doing nothing except yelling and sitting in the office. Me being in charge while there is a manager on shift seems to be a running theme in my life. Anyway, somehow I got placed as a trainer as well.

Now as a rule of thumb, any new guy, (or girl) that starts in the kitchen is lovingly referred to as an FNG. These 3 letters stand for Fucking New Guy/Girl. My trainee was no exception. He strolled up to the back door exactly one hour before we opened. I was doing my usual slacking out back when he arrived. I knew we had a new guy coming in, however at this point I had no clue that I was training him. I started a casual conversation.

“So you’re the new guy, eh?” I asked him without really caring all that much.

“Yeah! I’m...”

“First things first. You are the FNG, therefore you don’t have a name yet.” I cut him off.

“Okay. When do I get a name?” He questioned.

“Depends on how fast you learn everything on your station. Anyway, I’m Matt. I’m a supervisor here at the Cheshire. To be brutally honest I absolutely hate my job, and had done almost everything in my power to get fired from this purgatory.” I said. The cynicism was practically dripping from my tongue as the words left my mouth.

“Why do you hate your job?” He asked, trying his hardest to seem concerned.

“Frank. He’s the type of guy who you could picture hitting on the fifteen year old hostesses. Unfortunately he is the only guy our GM thinks is capable of being the KM. But Frank has a weakness.” I replied. The 20 semantics questions game I liked to play the most had begun.

“And what’s his weakness?” He asked. For a moment he reminded me of Piglet from Winnie-The-Pooh.

“Maggie. She is the type of girl who everybody knows. Fake, shallow, and above all, a slut. She would do anything or, anyone for and extra buck or a promotion. Don’t think that I’m being a dick, though. We are great friends. Then there is Shaun. He is what people call accident prone. Every time he got even a scratch he went on worker's comp, the guy spends more time at home getting paid then he does at work. It’s his first day back today.” I explained.

“Wait, how can you and Maggie be friends if you call her down? And why the hell does this Shaun guy still work here?” He questioned.

I sensed his confusion, so I tried to get him on the same page. This always the worst part of this game. Whenever someone gets confused the best thing to do is recap everything you have just said in as few words as possible.

“Because FNG, we are what is known as Lifers. Basically all of us hate it here, but are unwilling to go look for other jobs.” I said.

I hoped he would get the picture, but unfortunately his reply to this was, “I don’t get it.” I thought this would be the optimal time for one of those mottos we all invent in times of tested patience.

“Okay, here’s my motto: Just because your good at something, doesn’t mean that you should be doing it. So in my case, I’m an excellent cook, but it isn’t what I’m suppose to be doing.” Was the best I could come up with.

“And what are you supposed to be doing?” He asked. Goddamn it. Check mate.

“I haven’t figured that out yet.” I replied.

I got up from the milk create on which I was sitting, then began to open the back door. FNG had a look of uncertainty, so I motioned for him to follow me. Down the rabbit hole we went.

When you work in a kitchen, the natural laws of the Universe don’t apply. I think that all kitchen’s, wait... Restaurants in general should have a warning above the front entrance of the building. It would read:

ABANDON ALL HOPE YE WHO APPLY HERE.

As we walked through the door I did my best to explain the dynamics of how a restaurant works. Mostly through the people I worked with.

“Of course there are some of us who have an unfair advantage. The Foreign guy, Van Couver. He lips off in his own language and doesn’t get in trouble for it. Hey Frank.” I said.

“Yeah, same to you Matt.” Frank grumbled as he entered the office.

“We also have a quasi-superhero Dish Pig, I always try to humor him by letting him think he is fighting a constant battle with his arch nemesis: Melted Cheese and other assorted things that come on dirty dishes.” I continued.

“A super hero dish washer?” FNG asked.

Again he had that Piglet look in his eyes. He was probably wondering to himself what exactly he had signed on for. All he knew was that no good could come from this venture.
“You bet. I almost forgot about Jake.” I stated.

“Who is Jake?” FNG replied.

He looked terrified at the sheer mention of Jake’s name. Maybe it was how I had explained everyone else that made him uneasy about me telling him about yet another person that would seem to any normal sort of person as ‘unredeemable’.

“Jake is my best friend. He quit for a couple of months to try and become a porno superstar. He did all right at first, made a few titles like Gash Gushing for Cum 42, The Milkman Always Cums Twice, and a spoof porn called The Cocksucker's Guide of the Galaxy. He's a pretty good guy, but I think he is actually glad to be back.” I went on.

“Matt, I’m a little scared.” FNG admitted.

“Don’t be, everyone has to start off as the FNG sometime in there life.” I reassured him.