This work week started off with the notion that I was going to have to deal with a kind of crappy situation.
If you’ve ever worked in the service industry, I am sure you can commiserate, especially with the fact that burn out is inevitable, no matter what your position is.
Whether you are a bartender, wait tables, cook, seat people, run a cash register… there will come a point in time where you hate your life. I’m sure this goes with any business, however, in the service industry, we are more likely to blame our hatred on our career than our actual personal choices.
I caught wind on Sunday night that one of my morning cooks was on the verge of a full blown freak out, and from the snippy email she sent to my mother in law, her rage was directed solely at me.