Being a female and working in a professional kitchen is like being the only sober one at the party: awkward at first, but you get to see some hilarious shit. I’m 23 years old and have been a line cook at a NYC restaurant for just over a year; for most of that time I was the only woman in the kitchen.

Make no mistake, working the line has taught me far more important things than what is listed below. (Like how to cook under immense pressure, time management, and all of that.) But none of that is nearly as interesting as watching two grown men in aprons argue about ewoks while a third draws a penis on a quart container of pickled carrots.

Here's what I've learned.