Line Cooking Narative: Formative idea 2

Every day is the same old thing: I get up - probably too late to feel like I should even bother to accomplish anything, I'm tired - so i have five cups of coffee. Before I have managed to eat a proper breakfast it's already time to head out the door. Leave the dishes on the table I'll take care of them when I get back from work. At work it's still the same every day: cup of coffee, small talk with the waitresses until they realize they should leave me alone, try to focus on getting prep work done quickly and efficiently - fail, another cup of coffee, get slammed by the lunch rush at about two, another cup of coffee, clean up and restock the line, try to make the waitresses feel like I don't hate them, get slammed by the dinner rush between six and eight, start cleaning up, deal with stragglers, cup of coffee, get out of work an hour late because nobody else can afford to give a hand, eat dinner - like I'm hungry[(?) because I'm not - 'nother cup of coffee], go out into the parking lot and smoke a cigarette with X waitress and pretend to be friendly, go home and ignore the dishes. Now I'm at the point where I'm tired but can't fall asleep but rather than doing anything useful I just turn on the TV in hopes that it will help my mind to wind down. Invariably the TV doesn't help at all. What really happens is that at some point I will nod off - maybe even for an hour; that means that when I do come to I am quite alert and feeling rested - which means that I won't be getting to sleep for another five hours. It's at about this point that I decide it would be wise to get out a beer in hopes of making myself tired and within another two hours or so I'll be doing shots - by myself - in an effort just to get to sleep so that I can get up and repeat the same performance, again.