Another shift ends. Another menu memorized down to the last garnish. Another night scraping my bowl of gray slop—oatmeal, protein powder, vitamins. Nutritious. Efficient. Utterly pointless. The regulars don’t notice. They never do. They chew their steaks like cattle, swallowing without tasting. And yet here I am, polishing their silverware. Irony tastes like nothing at all. #CulinaryPurgatory