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most days, i hate my job. it is either too boring, or too busy. today was no different.
i'm going to risk boring anyone who reads this, with a quick story about work.
every day, i am basically in charge of constantly having crispy hashbrowns and crispy bacon ready to be served at any time. some days this is easy. other days, it's really difficult. today was one of the difficult days. i had kind of a "stock pile" of hashbrowns stored up, but then we got a couple of orders of omelettes and #1s, both of which come with hashbrowns automatically.
from that point on, there was a steady stream of orders coming in for hashbrowns, or meals with hashbrowns. no... i take that back. it wasn't steady, because steady implies that it's still doable. it was overwhelming. i couldn't catch up, i got incredibly frustrated and flustered, my cooking partner was getting mad, orders were getting backed up, and the problem couldn't get resolved... it was terrible.
then, today, when i got home, i took a very long shower because i felt so stressed out, and so relieved to be home. when i was in the shower, it kind of hit me that what i experience each day with hashbrowns is what a lot of my coworkers experience in life with money. and they're all trying to scrape up as much of it as they can, and save here and there, but sometimes, all the bills just come at the same time, and then... well, you just get left behind, and can't even figure out where to start out again.
i feel guilty sometimes, when i think of my coworkers. because, as much as i hate my job, i know that after tomorrow, i won't be working there again. i will be going back to school, and probably having a really great time. but most of my coworkers hate it there more because they've been there longer. and most of them have no end in sight...
i was thinking about my job last week, and i realized what i dislike most of the time, and that is: it's so fast, and everyone is so concerned with cooking food as fast as it can be cooked, and getting out to people as fast as they can, and i just don't get it. i started thinking about my own personality, and i like things slow. i don't catch onto a lot of things quickly, and i don't work quickly. i work slowly, and i work well, and i work effeciently, but not fast. i concluded that the literary figure i most identify with is probably ferdinand the bull. basically, i just want to sit underneath a cork tree, and roll in the grass, and smell flowers.
i'm going to risk boring anyone who reads this, with a quick story about work.
every day, i am basically in charge of constantly having crispy hashbrowns and crispy bacon ready to be served at any time. some days this is easy. other days, it's really difficult. today was one of the difficult days. i had kind of a "stock pile" of hashbrowns stored up, but then we got a couple of orders of omelettes and #1s, both of which come with hashbrowns automatically.
from that point on, there was a steady stream of orders coming in for hashbrowns, or meals with hashbrowns. no... i take that back. it wasn't steady, because steady implies that it's still doable. it was overwhelming. i couldn't catch up, i got incredibly frustrated and flustered, my cooking partner was getting mad, orders were getting backed up, and the problem couldn't get resolved... it was terrible.
then, today, when i got home, i took a very long shower because i felt so stressed out, and so relieved to be home. when i was in the shower, it kind of hit me that what i experience each day with hashbrowns is what a lot of my coworkers experience in life with money. and they're all trying to scrape up as much of it as they can, and save here and there, but sometimes, all the bills just come at the same time, and then... well, you just get left behind, and can't even figure out where to start out again.
i feel guilty sometimes, when i think of my coworkers. because, as much as i hate my job, i know that after tomorrow, i won't be working there again. i will be going back to school, and probably having a really great time. but most of my coworkers hate it there more because they've been there longer. and most of them have no end in sight...
i was thinking about my job last week, and i realized what i dislike most of the time, and that is: it's so fast, and everyone is so concerned with cooking food as fast as it can be cooked, and getting out to people as fast as they can, and i just don't get it. i started thinking about my own personality, and i like things slow. i don't catch onto a lot of things quickly, and i don't work quickly. i work slowly, and i work well, and i work effeciently, but not fast. i concluded that the literary figure i most identify with is probably ferdinand the bull. basically, i just want to sit underneath a cork tree, and roll in the grass, and smell flowers.