this morning #744.

this morning, hovering over heaps of chopped veggies in a steaming hot kitchen, i’d ceased to care where my sweat ended up. if it fell into the prep, so be it. it wasn’t my restaurant to worry about & with the goddamn AC still on the fritz with no fix in sight, i was even less inclined to care. i’m pretty sure sweat ends up cooking off anyhow. i mean, is “sweat in food” even a health violation? even if it is, it wouldn’t matter much. the inspectors weren’t coming through any time soon. through payoffs & connections, the boss had made sure of that. shiftiness like this from him had also made sure that i now hated coming to work. starting tomorrow, i really need to get to work on finding a better job.