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This past Thursday I interviewed for a position in a fast food place, I was hired but...

She asked me a question and I responded but...my eyes started welling up and I was beginning to start crying. I said to myself oh fuck, NOOOO! Luckily I had some napkins on the table we were sitting at. I now know he reason why that happened.

They was asking something pertaining to my time working within the food service industry. I can't remember the exact question, but I know it surely hit a nerve with me.

I'm passionate about my work. And the field I work in. I take it very seriously and maybe just too seriously. I look at it this way. I prepare food that people, customers put in their mouths, in their bodies. The steps I have to make and do in order for that item to come out the way the company wants it..well, I have to follow guide.lines and rules. Who am I to take a short cut or to be d those rules. They are place there for a reason. No matter how I've learned in the past to cook the same item, that isn't happening right now at this establishment. I have to do things their way.

So I guess when they asked that questioned that caused me to tear up... I guess it was years and years of cooking all coming at me at once. All at once with a passion that tugged the fuck out if my heart and being.

I think I created a Monster I side if me over all these years and it finally has shown itself. Damn.