By Anonymous
Do you like this?
The hot oil and flame
the same windowless room every day
the ovens and fryers and flattops.
The heat that grinds against you.
The sharp knives, the arms full of burns, hands full of cuts,
dangerous and painful on the best of days.
I don’t understand who could love the mandolin,
the greasy dish pit, the broken glass. But you do.
It’s the people that make me hate this.
Customers taking their bad days out on servers,
servers coming into the kitchen crying again.
I hate how jaded we are to that.
The boss is nasty,
the servers quit,
aches and pains make us alcoholics,
and none of us ever leave
until we’re “let go.”
What the fuck does this job do to people?
