The tickets came in faster than anyone else could handle, and my hands moved without me even thinking. Then the rush died down, the plates went out the door, and by tomorrow no one will remember a single one. I'm faster than any cook they've got, and some nights I stand at the sink wondering if all this speed adds up to anything.
More people experience this than they realize.
You are the fastest cook on the line, but you wonder if all that skill amounts to anything.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.