My days consist of going to work on a six day regular basis.
Mornings to evening, day after day.
I work carry out for about four years now. Life passes you by when you don't take notice of it, being in the restaurant business.
Once your head hits your pillow it's lights out for me. Exhaustion and sleepiness takes you away to dreamland. The feeling of working in a Chinese restaurant is like this.
The rough paper brown bags, silver staplers, let's not forget chop suey, Mongolian beefs and kung pao chickens toppled with delicious nuts. The smell of different seasonings, the sizzle of the wak, chefs speaking in Cantonese. And just the friendly atmosphere of a second home, but sometimes it drives me crazy, because habits are scary once your used to this NPC routine it becomes natural, like breathing under water natural.
Again each day I hold a stapler like a gun, ready for actions wielding it and shooting it through the bag. Again day in and day out. And for the love of God, chop suey is just white rice nothing more nothing less...I hope this gives a little bit more of understanding working in a Chinese restaurant
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The sea pearls and treasure troves
PoetryA little poem book and thoughts and random ideas piled into one. Like the ocean is a mix of many bodies of waters, so is this book filled with many ideas.
