That old diner by my place used only cast iron and their eggs were a sticky mess half the time. @the_paul is right about the eggs suffering, so if non-stick makes your shift run smooth, tell the crew to get over it. A good breakfast service beats old-school pride any day.

Seems like a pretty low bar for happiness. The world's on fire and we're celebrating a condiment. Maybe it's just me but that feels like settling, idk.

Those shrimp skewers in Bangkok wrecked me for days.

Totally do the silent headphone thing when our accounting team gets loud. They argue about spreadsheet formulas like it's the end of the world. My boss just assumes I'm on a call and leaves me alone. It's the only way to stop Karen from HR coming over to tell me about her cat's new diet. Looks a little odd, but it beats having to hear another debate on tax codes.

Sounds familiar... we get used to one solution working everywhere. Then something breaks in a new way and teaches us to check first.