Chicken At The Burger Joint

It's funny how this works some days.

I've made little secret of the fact that my day job is at a burger joint. I'll do what seems to be the smart thing and not say which one specifically.

Suffice to say, though, chicken is a popular menu item where I work, in a lot of forms. With that in mind, I'm not going to gripe too much about how much of it needs to be cooked. Making sure we have enough on hand is part of my job. I can accept that.

What confounds me the most here is that there are almost too many times where the need to keep cooking the chicken products becomes so great that I start to fall behind on the hamburgers that are so much the focus of the establishment I work at that they're even in the name.

I know I shouldn't be as frustrated about it as I am, since this is a day and age when folks like me should consider ourselves lucky to have jobs.

I just can't help but wonder if there's a better way to do this. Maybe hire a person to do that. Hell, we used to have that. Why we changed, I'm not sure, but it might be a good idea to go back. Save us some time and a few errors.

But hell, what do I know, I'm just some peon. If I was any good at making the big decisions, I'd be doing that instead of what I'm doing.