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These two will always pop up:
1. I was a server at Macaroni Grill (Italian chain like Olive Garden) in college. I was working a 'plus shift' which is 1pm to midnight. It was mother's day that night. And I've been working since 630a at my parents' breakfast restaurant. Of course the evening was completely packed - lines out the door. I was managing 4 tables / 20~ people. As you know it's a pure chaos. Orders were backing up, this dude needed refill, this wine bottle needed to be opened, etc. That's the first time in my life I understood 'mental breakdown'. I almost lost it.
2. White collar office job - I actually contemplated suicide because of non-stop OT and the pressure to take care of my family and my newborn daughter. I actually dialed the suicide hotline - not because I wanted to off myself, but just needed to VENT asap. I pulled over and cried and cried like a baby. Don't worry I'm good today. Thank the fack I somehow actually pulled through. The thing is, this is nothing compared to what my parents' went through - man that was no way to live as first gen immigrants.
They made it possible for me to nef here with you.
I'd love to hear yours.
1. I was a server at Macaroni Grill (Italian chain like Olive Garden) in college. I was working a 'plus shift' which is 1pm to midnight. It was mother's day that night. And I've been working since 630a at my parents' breakfast restaurant. Of course the evening was completely packed - lines out the door. I was managing 4 tables / 20~ people. As you know it's a pure chaos. Orders were backing up, this dude needed refill, this wine bottle needed to be opened, etc. That's the first time in my life I understood 'mental breakdown'. I almost lost it.
2. White collar office job - I actually contemplated suicide because of non-stop OT and the pressure to take care of my family and my newborn daughter. I actually dialed the suicide hotline - not because I wanted to off myself, but just needed to VENT asap. I pulled over and cried and cried like a baby. Don't worry I'm good today. Thank the fack I somehow actually pulled through. The thing is, this is nothing compared to what my parents' went through - man that was no way to live as first gen immigrants.
They made it possible for me to nef here with you.
I'd love to hear yours.