A cooks tour revistited

It averages about 120 degrees in the summer time if you take the air temperature before and after you turn on the grill. That kitchen is a death trap and sooner or later one of us are going to go down. There's too much fire, too many sharp objects, too long hours. It's bound to happen. I love my job and the people I work with but it's summer time and our lives are falling apart and being sewn back together. Last night we threw the irish wake for Brian's mother and all night I had no idea what to say except "Yeah, I'll have another" or "Paula Abdul, get me some ping pong balls". Everybody hurts right now. Jason lost someone, Brian has to endure mothers day, and I still feel like part of me broke on April 19th. I'm having a hard time with this and summer has only just begun. It's only going to get hotter from here on out. There is so much I want to say but I just can't explain it.