I just want to do laundry for this catering party I have to do at noon. All my chef coats are filthy. I have no clean underwear or shirts. I just got off work too. I've spent a half hour reading labels and separating clothing. OMG, I just want to do some fukking laundry. I spent way too much money on my kits to ruin them though. I left work later than I intended but I wanted to set up for tomorrow tonight while closing the kitchen solo. It's wild I went from a kitchen staff of 40 plus people working around the clock to a three person kitchen that's only open for 12 hours. We work miracles in those 12 hours. We are making fukking pickles from scratch. LOL I don't think there's a three person that goes harder than us. We make everything in small batches damn near every couple days. Only thing we don't do is press olives and bake bread. If we had the space we would.
I cut myself at work and I got glass shards in my hand. I didn't even notice until after work. I was swamped with tasks. Being a cook means ignoring pain and working through it. My boss cut off her finger, found it, and finished her shift. We do not fukk around.