I’m burnt out. I think I’ve hit my saturation point with this industry. I knew it would happen sooner or later. It’s not what I want to do with my life.
So now I’ve returned to the restaurant I left a few months back so that I can make all my tips under the table and thus also collect my unemployment. The restaurant is an awful place. Terribly run and staffed by inexperienced and unmotivated people. And the one thing you learn in this business is that you can’t teach someone to care. It’s a situation that I knew I’d hate. But that’s by design. Now I come home and write. I write with an immediacy that I’ve never felt before and I kinda like that.