The Small Joys of Life – A Ordinary Day in a Kitchen

Thursday, 23 May 2024.
The moment I wake up, I have no idea what kind of underwear I’m going to wear, because I can already feel my skin hurting even to the touch of the blanket. I don’t understand why the upper part of my thighs burned the most. Colleagues laugh at me for doing it again. Never mind, I still sleep well.
I’ve been asked again. At lunch they agreed that I would help the maintenance man in the afternoon. I’m no longer surprised that when I’m asked, I suddenly have more work to do in the kitchen. I am resigned to my situation, which I can get out of by learning! I was mowing hedges from two to five. We are supposed to pick up garbage tomorrow morning – we will take it. If the kitchen manager were to give me up, it would be obvious that a dinner for twenty people could be made by three. They know, they just get tired – and that’s not good for anyone. An overworked colleague does not make a profit.
I wrote in a chat message this afternoon that maybe I shouldn’t be the one to worry. I will do my best to do my best work. If that’s not enough, I’ll take the sack with my head held high, but they don’t want to fire me. So why should I be nervous?!
In the evening I bought a few things in the shop, then went down to the beer bar, curious about the new beer tapping machine that somehow embroidered my face on top of the beer foam based on the photo I uploaded.