All I do from day to day is work, work and more work. I'm banging out plates and plates of food, sweat dripping from my head, temperatures escalating, chef's cursing, adrenaline's pumping.
I get home from work, rid myself of sweat stained clothes, gets in the shower then it a quick dinner cum supper before I hit the sack. 6 days a week, 13 hours a day non - stop including school days then wash, rinse and repeat. I've zero social life and zero time to mingle with anyone. MSN is always quiet, I've little friends left to approach by the time I get home and no gal pal to talk to. I regret not making KaiLee mine when I had the chance.
I'm constantly under the whims of the chef, who enjoys nothing more than breathing down his employees' neck. Pressurised to perform, compete and pushed to go beyond our limits without a single complain, without sufficient rest, my body and mind is threatening to break. I don't know if I should love or hate my life and career.
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yoz dude=) long time no see..take care arhz!!
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