10 years in the Restaurant Industry is enough to drive anyone to madness. The constant pounding in my ears, 12-14 hours a day on my feet. Countless cuts, burns, falls, bruises, spills, the stench of dried food on an apron that hasn’t been washed in weeks. Solid black, non-slip, oil resistant, waterlogged shoes, with the inevitable hole in the sole that allows my socks to get soaked the first time I walk through the kitchen.
The exhaustion I go through on a daily basis beats me down. It rides me hard and puts me up wet. I am the last person out of the restaurant every day. But when I wake up in the morning…
I can’t wait to do it all over again!!!!
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