And then there are Mondays

So first thing Monday morning started with a discovery that the croissants had not been put into the fridge to proof. So began the mad dash to warm them up and get them ready for the ovens.

And then there was the discovery that the whole wheat flour had gone bad. Luckily, we take steps to check out all of our ingredients before baking with them.

After that there was an entire tray of brioche cinnamon rolls that slid off the rack and onto the floor. Which means we have to make more sooner rather than later.

Then the coffee grinder crapped out and we found a green piece of plastic in it. Meanwhile, the grease trap started overflowing again, and then trying to address that, the shelf near the dish pit fell off the wall.

And we had just moments earlier as a group agreed we were grumpy.

But funny how through all the grumpiness, we pulled together, as if in a mini-war zone, and were able to serve coffee with our chins up, get the dishes done in the mop sink, and then slowly pull everything back together, put a little bit of tape over our wounds, and carry on through the rest of the day.

I'm very proud of my staff today.