I assume one becomes a chef because they have a love for cooking and food and the artistry involved, but I can’t think of anything more eroding to that love of the craft than the kind of working day I see chefs and other kitchen staff go through. It seems to an outsider like me that it’s basically a shift-length panic attack, every day. But that can’t be the case, or no one would do the job!
Kitchen work was the only job I ever walked out of. Like fuck this I’m done I’m not giving notice I’m leaving right fucking now. Takes a special kind of person to thrive in that environment and that person is not me.