While I was graveyard manager of Sambo's in my home town, my manager decided I wasn't needed. He figured a head waitress, a couple of other waitresses, a cook, and a dish washer could handle the drunks that came in after the nightclubs closed. So, I was out of a job. I had earned a lot of overtime pay while I'd been working there so there was no reason to hurry to find another job. About a week later, I went out and hit a bunch of the club's and by the time they closed I was feeling no pain. I figured Sambo's was the safest place to get a cup of coffee and come down a little bit. It was chaos when I walked in the door. Customers were yelling and the waitresses were running around like chickens with their heads cut off. I took a seat at the counter at the far end and asked a waitress what was going on. She told me the cook had quite and walked out. Well, the crowd was getting mean and louder so I told her I'd cook. I checked the cook station and the cook had turned off everything,,,grill,,,fryers,,,and charbroiler. I called the waitresses to the station and told them to tell the customers what had happened and if they would wait, their orders would be made. I turned everything back on. From this point, what I write was told to me because I don't remember any of it. The tickets lined up in front,,,about a dozen or so. I was throwing steaks and burgers on the charbroiler from 5 feet away or farther,,,,flipping pancakes 2 feet in the air,,,handling a dozen and a half eggs frying and 2 pounds of bacon. I was even dancing and singing. The bar run finished in a couple of hours and I sat down to breakfast,,,which is was my pay. A waitress had called the manager and a cook showed up to finish the shift. Funny,,a week later I got a call from the manager saying the shift needed me!