The last week and a half was restaurant week in Biltmore Village, or more colloquially referred to as "Hell week", by the people working at those restaurants (I made that up but I'm sure my co-workers would agree with me). Working the past week has been like swimming through an endless sea of stress which did in fact eventually come to an end each day to the surprise of my cohorts. I honestly felt like quitting today, it just doesn't seem worth all of the bullshit I put up with. I take pride in the fact that I work at an upper scale restaurant which has complexities involved with the basics of the job that most food service employees never have to deal with but with complexity comes more room for error and when parts of your team aren't pulling their weight then it usually ends up making other people look bad as well. I'm a responsible person, if I foul up I don't mind taking the heat for that, but when I'm called out for other people's mistakes, that really gets on my nerves. I love my co-workers, that's really what makes me love my job at all, but there's always certain people that will always let you down, and unfortunately in my case that person was promoted for some odd-ball reason.
It's lucky for me that after work I'm able to jump on my bike and ride away from all the stress that comes from my job. Discovering biking has been the greatest relief of stress and the largest source of constant joy that I've experienced from anything. It's parallel with having a crush or loving somebody but unlike a relationship, the only ups and downs you experience on a bike is when traversing the path ahead. A bike can take a person anywhere they want to go, all under their own strength and perseverance. Cycling is like an extension of a persons spirit.
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