I work as a cook at a university, and it's an incredibly stressful job to begin with. It's hard enough for my coworkers to get through the day as sane, healthy people, but I'm a scatterbrained klutz with a low tolerance for stressful situations. My chef told me once that every time he sees the first aid kit he thinks of me, because I'm always there, dressing a burn or a cut or a smashed hand. It doesn't help that my sous chef is disorganized and easily stressed in her own way, which causes me to become even more stressed.
Today was a bad day. I came in and one of the other cooks had used up most of the only thing I had had a chance to prepped for the day, and when I pointed it out to him, he practically shoved the leftovers into my chest and yelled at me to take it back. From then on my brain just shut down and I just couldn't hold it together. Eventually my chef sent me home because I was unable to function. I'm tired of running into the walk-in to hide my panic attacks. The kitchen is kind of a misogynistic, cutthroat place, and there's no room for abuse victims working through trauma.
I can't afford to lose this job, and my therapist says that I care too much. Maybe he's right? I dunno. I'm just so tired of feeling so weak.
Today was a bad day. I came in and one of the other cooks had used up most of the only thing I had had a chance to prepped for the day, and when I pointed it out to him, he practically shoved the leftovers into my chest and yelled at me to take it back. From then on my brain just shut down and I just couldn't hold it together. Eventually my chef sent me home because I was unable to function. I'm tired of running into the walk-in to hide my panic attacks. The kitchen is kind of a misogynistic, cutthroat place, and there's no room for abuse victims working through trauma.
I can't afford to lose this job, and my therapist says that I care too much. Maybe he's right? I dunno. I'm just so tired of feeling so weak.