There i goes again..spending the past 18 hrs at work.
Is it because i love my job or i just hate myself?
There's so much to do and so all i can do is keep working!
I don't know why i bother so much when i could have left.
Even though i start working before most guys got into the kitchen and i was the last to ciao..i feel so guilty that its my off day..there is simply too much things left undone..
From the initial 6 person to rotate midnight shift, 1 by 1 have left.
Now there's only me and Bryan. Thus we do 2 weeks per month each..
And now he has already confirm that Feb 6th would be his last. And my chef persuade me to stay till April for my competition..
So does it mean I'll be doing the bloody graveyard shift all by myself?
I hate working alone. In the middle of the night. I just want a life.
A normal life. Why is it that i gotta keep going through all these..
Its so tiring when i don't know what is there for me to look forward to at work...except for the never ending list of 'things to do' 'things to check' 'things to order'
Should i move on in order to get a life outside of work?
or should i stay till April, take the time to prepare for competition?
or for that end of April trip to oversea food tour?
Its such a joke that when we were young, parents and grandparents always tell us not to play with our food. Now day in day out..I'm playing all the time, except that, I'm toying with other people's food. So i enjoy toying people's food, and i get this monotonous life depriving myself from happiness..all because of my love for toying with food?
. . . There's so much i wanna tell her, but end of the day, my job is holding me back and i dun wanna break this fragile thin film of relationship that i hold within my inner soul.