Any terrible experience we have in life is fondly billed as ‘resilience-building’.
Getting locked out of your house arms you to face the world’s troubles; missing a train provides you with an opportunity to practise stress management; liking an ex’s four-week-old Instagram lets you preview the sensation of cardiac arrest.
For whatever reason, we like to put a positive-spin on the seemingly valueless.
I will argue the following, however:
The week I spent playing kitchen bitch in one of Sydney’s most punishingly gourmet (read: wanky) deli/butcher/food stores was without any redeeming qualities. Whatsoever.
There were none. Not one.
Here is a pie chart.
I know. I drew it myself. Thank you.
To say I was treated 'like dirt' would be unfair. On me.
We ignore dirt. Dirt harms no one.
I was treated like the wiggly worm inside the dirt - the one everyone is afraid to touch and when you do touch them they die because of the acids in your skin or something.
Then they're inevitably eaten by a bird.
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The kitchen wasn't a regulation one.
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Wow, sounds like you held down a normal entry level kitchen job for almost a week! How did you survive!?
I thought this was hilarious Luca! Your stories actually make me laugh out loud. I didn't take it as offensive at all