I always envied the chefs in their white uniforms and chef hats. With every job that I have worked in the kitchen of a restaurant, I have always been distracted at watching the cooks do their jobs. I love seeing how every type of food is prepared and the aromas that waft upwards with every breath I draw. Too bad I am part of the cleaning crew. I want an upgrade someday, but as of now I am not complaining. I get a delicious meal once a day, and when I do my work exceptionally good I am even allowed to order what I want to eat. Today I ate fettuccini pasta, and it blew my mind away! I savored every bite that I took, tasting and differentiating between every ingredient that was put in to make this delicious dish. The last forkful I lifted to my mouth and then slowly put it down. I just couldn’t finish that last bite. The cook walked in on me staring at my plate, and he told me that he was watching me eating. He asked why I didn’t finish, and I told him that I couldn’t possibly finish something as consummate as my meal. He then smiled, and thanked me for thanking him, because he made the meal especially for me after he saw how hard I worked every day, keeping the kitchen sanitary and garbage free. He said that he would gladly prepare that same meal for me every day—I was in heaven!