There was a lot of BS to put up with at that job, but there was always a line of hungry people out the door. Which meant, in a pinch, I could pick up an extra shift and secure the cash I needed for something important like say, my rent. A double shift meant you were on your feet for over 12 hours serving up fried seafood and jambalaya until almost midnight.
One night after a particularly grueling day I remember coming home taking off my apron, turning on the TV and sitting down on my bed only to wake up with my apartment flooded with sunlight and still dressed in my uniform.
I think I feel exactly the same sort of tired tonight. Only now I'm not wearing a bow tie.