You know what you never want to do at work?  No matter the job?

Fall on your ass!!!

Tonight the bell rang twice. 

It’s the bat signal.  My time to go to the kitchen to see what’s needed. 

It’s a recook on a NY strip.  It was a little underdone for table 22. 

I leave the kitchen take about 4.5 steps, my feet go out from under me and the next thing I know I’m on my ass, laying on my back by the wait station. 

I lay there for about 30 seconds.

I needed to asses if I was hurt. 

I was not. 

I wasn’t even embarrassed. 

I just hated having to go back and tell chef his steak was on the floor. 

As I walked to the kitchen a food runner walked by me with a new steak for table 22.

I assured everyone I was fine. 

I have a feeling my left knee might be a little sore tomorrow. 

But I’m fine.  

I did remind everyone that at my age, break and hip and it’s all downhill from there.  They didn’t find it funny. 

Mostly because I think chef, knows how fucked we’d be if I couldn’t walk at work.