I need to know what comes after exhausted. I was tired. Then I was exhausted. Now, I'm . . .? I'm not quite dead, but I'm close.
It has been a day. We've been without a night cook for over twelve weeks. Finally hired someone. He worked two days, then called in sick. Sous chef hasn't had a day off in weeks, so today she told us in advance she would be unavailable.
The day started with with a 6:00 am phone call from the Executive Chef informing us that he was now sick, followed closely by a phone call from one of the kitchen helpers. It gets worse from there, but to cut a long story short, I was the Butterfield Place Chef today.
I managed to get through breakfast, got help from several others to prepare lunch, and resorted to ordering pizza for supper. Not only did I do breakfast by myself, I washed all the supper dishes. And I am so tired that I would cry, but I don't have the energy.
My legs hurt. My back hurts. My feet hurt. And I have completely lost my sense of humor about the situation.
I'm sure that after a good night's sleep, I'll be better tomorrow. But I already know that tomorrow's going to be a repeat of today, because everyone is still sick. I am dreading it. But I'll get through it.
Sorry, no words of wisdom tonight. No witticisms or funny stories. Just a plea for prayers and strength.
Good night
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