Everyday NhanSense: Each day, I will blog about something that comes to mind. My goal is to practice writing about my hobbies, my interests, my opinions and so forth.
Day 73’s Topic: Tantrums.
Let’s just say I am no stranger when it comes to being pulled aside for “talks” about how I behave. Today at work, I had just one of such incidents. And rightfully so, I deserved it.
My mood swings got particularly out of hand, reaching a point where I almost lost complete and utter control over the whole shebang.
It started over something simple. I was sent over to the dish pit even though I can already hold my own at the assistant cook position. I already understand this particular restaurant’s line system pretty well, but they are training another guy, you see.
At some point, he and I are going to be working side by side on the line.
Anyway, I got annoyed. To me, there is no real excitement at the dish pit. Yeah, it’s an important and crucial job for any restaurant, but I feel like i have lost most of my patience with the position. It’s simply no fun when I rather be doing the line and getting people’s orders finished and whatnot.
Things just went from a little bad to way worse over time as the lunch shift played out, as I just started to lose a bit more and more control of my mood swings. And then, I hit my hand on something and that’s when I really lost it.
I suppose it’s because the nerves in fingers and toes are way more sensitive than many other parts on the body. The pain was sharp, aggravating and overall just distracting. And from this point onward, I started to succumb to my frustrations.
I fell behind in my dish pit, which is something, I have to add, that I never usually do when I am on my A-Game from start to finish at this station.
I started to bang my fist against the sink counter out of frustration, I scowled at my coworkers in a rude manner and tone when I was asked to do simple things, so I could tell I was slowly turning into the monster I have to keep locked in the mental cage every single day.