The quick and lazy

My fourth day working saute/grill is over. Tomorrow, a classmate and I are running the station without help. It makes me nervous even though both the customers and the chefs are patient, tolerant. There will come a time when I'm overwhelmed, too easily for certain, by just a few orders. But it has to be done, so in that way I look forward to it.
I've found that I can do service well when I'm systematic about orders, a fallback to the old career where process maps, punch lists, project plans - means of organization saved the day. This is likely nothing new to the experienced cook. But it works well for me without having any other lessons to lean on. We'll see how it goes with real orders at full speed.

I also have a new nemesis.

Jay appears to have quit. He was banished to dish duties two days in a row for never arriving on time. He took it hard, apparently, leaving that afternoon with a perfectly good service cup full of soda. He'll be missed...or maybe he'll return. I don't know, and don't much care.
But he's been replaced anyway.
Cee (as usual, not her real name) doesn't seem to be the con man Jay is. I was paired with her last week for the cooking competition we lost. Her cluelessness was benign that day - forgivable. Now she's dangerous, thoroughly disorganized, always in the way, and conspicuously useless all at the same time.
Today as I was left to mop the kitchen, (after she gave a phony, desultory swipe at an already clean counter with a dry rag, then gathered her things to leave) it bothered me that her incompetence bothered me. I wasn't entirely sure why. Two things come to mind. She clearly doesn't care (in itself not a sin; many others share that sentiment), and she's simultaneously dangerous (raw meat left out, knife not carried at her side). And there's the fact that she's so often standing in my way, or leaning against a door jam doing nothing, blocking my path. Altogether, a package of quite frustrating behaviors.
However...though my level of forgiveness is still quite limited, I now seriously wonder if she's developmentally disabled. It's possible, and would explain a lot. But again, understanding and forgiveness are not necessarily compatible. I'll keep my eye on her so she doesn't stab or poison me. But I'll never work with her, not voluntarily. Better yet, maybe Jay will return.