I am not Michael Jordan.

I've been under the impression that I'm living the day Michael Jordan scored sixty on the Utah Jazz to claim one of his many titles as a Chicago Bull.

I would proudly like to say that I am, considering that my week has been MJ-like prior to being sick.

Well, kind of.

For those who don't know, I'm a Garde-Manger at Manhattan Country Club.  Away from the kitchen, the heat.  I'm not dissing it, it's just reality.  But I'm telling you that fact to tell you this next one.

Being away from heat, I open packages near my prep area, or inside the fridge: particularly bread with those zip-top twisty things and whatnot.  Also, I get to serve club sandwiches with toothpicks attached to them, and the ingredients that I use are straight out of cans, etc.

I am going to admit right now that I have served salads with foreign objects on it.  Ziptops and olive pits, and toothpicks.  I'm very fortunate that the runner has got them off before serving them, and I'm very fortunate that my boss has a huge patience for my seemingly dumb ass.

Again, I'm putting my mise-en-place of facts as everything adds up later....

Today, I came in to work, fresh out of the misery that is sickness.

Everything was going well, I made sure everything was in check, everything in my station labeled, extras prepared just in case I run out of stuff.

Life goes on until a rubber band is found on a salad.

I take responsibility for it, since it's my station, and I really am not the type of person or asshole that throws people under the bus.  Know that fact, and you can use it to your advantage one of these days.

To be very honest, I was pissed for a good half hour because I knew that if I prep my stuff these days, nothing would be in it.  I'm not saying I never made mistakes before, because as mentioned above (and yes, I'll probably get canned for it - crossing my fingers) I've made these mistakes in the kitchen, and I've never made the same mistake twice (definitely a lie for most situations). 

Like Kevin, I'm just upset for being upset because this is just a lapse (another partial lie - club might get sued because of this), but it drives me nuts to be skeptical of my own ability.  I hate that.

Again, I'll just let this go and learn from it.  It's the only sensible thing to do.