I have grown so tired of being a chef. I go to work at noon and I get off at midnight. I'm on my feet the entire night and my hand are covered with burns and cuts. I never get a weekend off (Saturday and Friday I'm there until 2 a.m.). Then I have to stay for on hour or two after my shift to have a few drinks (I mean they're free --what are ya gonna do) and to meet with customers who want to ask questions and "share recipes." Oh and I love the lawyer who comes up to me and says "You know I'm a little bit of a chef myself at home." Oh yeah, let me see your hands. And I've met so many ladies who always say "I've always wanted to marry a chef." Sorry ladies... You know those weekend getaways? Not gonna happen, those are my busiest days. When I come home I'm gonna smell of fish, onions, cumin, and garlic. Oh, and you actually think I'm gonna cook for you when I get home.
MY girlfriend --who works M-F 9-5-- and I really don't get to spend much time together. That and my stress level is begining to take a toll on our realationship and that's killing me.
I always prided myself on the fact that I was never the sterotypical chef. I never screamed at servers for no reason and I tried to understand that my cooks made mistakes sometimes. I'm not quite like that anymore.
I worked in animatronics for four years but then computer animation came along and knocked us all out of a job. Somehow I just fell into cooking and now it's six years later.
I guess I'm growing tired and blowing off some steam but I don't really know where to begin searching.