I'm not sure when I picked the habit up. Probably while I was tending bar, because between the availability of booze and the never-ending stream of activity, it was pretty easy to forget. But at some point in time, I got it into my head that eating at work was a waste of time.
This is an extremely unhealthy habit, I know. Once, while bartending, I forgot to eat for three days straight - my roommate had to point out that I looked like shit before I realized I was running on nothing but alcohol and adrenaline.
But for some goddamned reason, I have difficulty bringing myself to stop and chew on something when there's dishes to do, shit to restock, tables to wipe, and things to prep. I keep telling myself 'one more task, and I'll stop and eat'. Then another, and another.
Suffice to say I'm in a shitty mood by the end of my shift. Just another thing I should probably work on, huh?
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