Sunday, August 17, 2008
The Industrial Kitchen Job
Many things can be said of me, but not that I am not an extremely hardworking fellow, one who takes all jobs as they come, from large irrigation and water conveyance projects to ... industrial kitchen remodeling. Actually, industrial kitchens are quite a challenge. They have to deliver large amount of plates in a very short time and there cannot be quality failures. And the middle aged female inspectoresses of our Ministry of Health are positively persecuting them, trying to find some health risk and close them down. The godless operators have nightmares of their sudden "apparitions" and go to sleep with a prayer asking for salvation from their "kitchen god". The kibbutzim in Israel are changing and transforming their social and physical infrastructure to the demands of a capitalist society. Once, all the members of a kibbutz ate in the communal restaurant, which had a large industrial kitchen. Now members, or should I call them shareholders? eat at their homes, and the communal kitchen is being sold or rented out to be operated on a commercial, profit basis. In this case, apparently (I am not sure) one enterprising woman, member of the kibbutz, took over the communal eatery and is trying to transform it into a catering operation, providing lunch to the kibbutz's industrial area, which is being rebuilt by private entrepreneurs. The old kitchen is a disaster, and would never be licenced by the Ministry of Health. Here comes the water engineer, to work with an architect to remake the 50 years old ruin. The idea of remodelling came after continuous sewage obturations and flooding of the kitchen and the supermarket below.
I am going to seal off the old piping, and cover the concrete floor with a colorful epoxy floor. My new pipes will run outside, on the wall. All visible water pipes will be dismantled and taken out of the walls, and new pex flexible piping installed. The historic caustic soda dishwashing tank already has been dismantled and thrown out and a new shining inox steel machine brought in. I am becoming an expert in these line of work too and the kibbutzim are after me. I dont know why, I have already too much work and should be specializing in the most profitable kind of work, but I cant be bothered. But I have this blind urge to run into any new situation and get excited by the challenge of new things. Since youth I have been in Argentina's far north, in the Pantanal, in Nigeria's Sahel, in Maiduguri, in western China, where not? I cant say no. If tomorrow they invite me to design a wastewater recycling plant in Andromeda, this night I"ll sleep at the rocket's door. I cant miss anything.