Even at the worst of the rush, I plate every dish like it matters, because to the person eating it, it does. The pressure is relentless and my feet are screaming, but I've decided this work has dignity in it. Feeding people well, night after night, has become something I'm quietly proud of.
More people experience this than they realize.
You've found dignity and meaning in feeding people well under relentless pressure.
If this sounds familiar, the Library can help you find the bigger picture.