I love my job. It's just a short term restaurant gig before I go back to school, but it's challenging on many levels, and it lets you put yourself into it, makes you want to care and try to make and do things better.
But there are low days as well, as with every other occupation. Like today... sorta.
An hour after service began, in the midst of a rush, I was juggling around sets of pasta dishes. I was about to put out another table when I grabbed the handle of a pan.
It wasn't like that instant pain that stings and makes you hand jerk hand away. It was one of those deep burns that tingle and seemingly resonate through your skin. And again, it happened just an hour after service began.
So, I was more p***d off about my own stupidity than at the actual burn, and god knows I will not let a service go down just because of my f!@# up. I couldn't treat it since I didn't want burn cream everywhere or have a rubber glove melting here and there. I worked on and managed to worked on through a busy service for the next six hours. A bit less than optimally, but one can only expect so much. Hell, every plate I sent out looked and tasted amazing and I did everything demanded/needed of me.
Looking at it after my shift, where my hand wrapped around the handle now has second degree burns and it looks like there's an indent in my palm. Weird red marks are welling around some of the blisters, which is always a plus.
Tomorrow, well, today as I write this, is gonna suck more since my hand is now heat sensitive.
Burn cream tonight, pain killers tomorrow.



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