Climbing the mountain

Bobby couldn't run the wheel
for shit
and we were getting
so far in the weeds
the tickets
were lined up
like a paper fence
we needed to teardown
so I took over
from the saute station
while still doing my job
I just had him plate
and we knocked
the shit out
the next day
I was the sous chef
and Bobby
was gone
in the wind
and I was on my way