One of my first tasks last night was prepping the shrimp for a dish we do called "Javanese Fried Rice." Around the kitchen though, everyone refers to it as, "Javi." I mixed the shrimp in the marinade, and then Ben told me to cover it, label it, and put it in the walk-in. With my black marker I wrote, "Java Shrimp, 9/13."
Later in the evening, as dessert orders were coming in, a ticket printed out that said:
Erin grabbed the toffee chips off the shelf and handed them to me to put on the scoop of vanilla ice cream. It took me more than a moment to realize that what I'd read wasn't "bang Toffee chips" (geek speak for "no toffee chips") but rather a request to add toffee chips to a dish that didn't usually come with them.
I have a lot to learn. Or maybe it's unlearn.