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my job is like an abusive relationship, some days i can't tell if i'm the victim or the abuser.
creepy shit keeps happening to all the kitchen staff. one car accident, one major biking accident and a complicated situation in which someone close to someone working with me died in a really freaky way. they're dropping like flies and i'm hopin i'm not next. i am one of two of the only remaining original kitchen staff. I used to be the only one in there that didn't refer to the kitchen as "my" kitchen. but, now i friggin run the place. and it runs me. and some days it runs me over.
creepy shit keeps happening to all the kitchen staff. one car accident, one major biking accident and a complicated situation in which someone close to someone working with me died in a really freaky way. they're dropping like flies and i'm hopin i'm not next. i am one of two of the only remaining original kitchen staff. I used to be the only one in there that didn't refer to the kitchen as "my" kitchen. but, now i friggin run the place. and it runs me. and some days it runs me over.