Ticket printer jammed at 7:12 on a full book, and my new garde manger looked like the sky was falling; I showed him the ancient fix — unplug, mutter something unprintable, plug back in — and we laughed instead of spiraling. Twenty-two years in, I tell every cook the same thing: keep your mise tight and your humor tighter — what silly ritual or one-liner do you use to keep morale from burning like the 400°F salamander?