I used to be a short order cook at three individually owned pharmacies. Remember when the corner drug store had a soda fountain and grill? There was a guy that leased out the soda fountains at three local pharmacies and I worked at all three. Yeah, believe it or not, I was a soda jerk (some just say I'm a jerk). I learned how to make all of the old fashioned soda fountain drinks, learned how to man a grill. I took the orders, waited the counter and tables, did all of the drinks, shakes, all of the food (we were open from 8am to 9 pm) I flipped burgers, made the daily specials (beef tips over rice, meatloaf, etc... your basic horrid cafeteria type food). I was also cashier, I cleaned the place, I took deliveries, and after the first 20 hours a week, he paid me cash under the table. It was the best time I'd ever had! I ran the three places for him, often opening and closing all by myself. I worked with a couple of old ladies in each place. They were real characters.
Which brings me back to what started all of this...hash browns. They came frozen, already grated. I'd take a scoop, throw it on the hot top, sprinkle it with paprika (this is an old trick to ensure a consistent color), wait for it to crisp, flip it without touching it first, let the other side crisp then onto a plate. I made every type of egg you can imagine, all to order.
I had every trucker in the area as a regular, they used to call me "ponytail" because I had waist length hair I kept back in a ponytail. I wore a white nurse's uniform that was fitted and super short.
Thank goodness there are no pictures around from back then, at least none that I know of.
But, boy can I cook for a crowd without missing a step.