feralvincent

Can't always be lazy and not blog and crap. Work's been extra rough these last three weeks or so. Its getting harder and harder to go in every day. Just cause the restaurant is picking up. And the chef doesn't want to hire on another person to help me out. I can "handle" the work I've been doing, but it comes at an extreme cost. I'm stressed mentally and physically working offa adrenaline for 8 hours a day taxes the muscles, and wrecks the mind. So many people don't understand that about working in restaurants or other stressful jobs. Its as much mental preparation as it is physical exertion. The chef, well he obviously doesn't care about what others go through, and its a shame, but its a fact. He wants to save as much money, and I'm one of the few that really try to go the extra mile to put more of myself on the table to make sure everyone else stays afloat. Its just getting tiresome. Its spilling over into my normal life, and my outlet of friends is starting to get burnt. They of course get tired of hearing me complain, and I only complain when its reaching breaking points. I've just been on edge for three weeks. I think I need to go drinking or something cause I needa night off. Grab me some random bar girl and have a wonderful night. Sounds kinda like a plan.