Working in a restaurant is nice, there are always new and interesting people around.
I'm starting to appreciate lately just how lucky I am to have the position I have there working the bit I do, I have very little contact with the customers unless I want to have it. Win/win.
The people there are a trip, and it is actually a fun place to work. Now that I got done with the training, and more importantly now that I'm confident in my abilities to set-up/run my little portion of the kitchen, I'm really enjoying the job.
I forgot how big a variety of people there are out there, it's refreshing me in a good way. It's easy to get along with almost everyone,
(with a couple of notable exceptions, but they're more funny than bad Racist stuff, some people think that since I'm white like them I must be racist like them too. I personally find racism repugnant, and have been having a bit of fun with 'em for it. ), and I'm getting in to the cooking/prep. Found more than a few new tricks to use in my own kitchen.
(And DAMN do I want some new hardware for my kitchen too! )
Kids are hungry, I has no time to myself anymore....well, that's not true. I don't have much time to myself on the days I work, but tomorrow I has off so it's all good after I put the kids to bed tonight.
It's a job, I likes it. Win/win.