06/26/2026
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Most people would quit being a chef after one weekend.
Not one year. Not six months. Not even a few weeks. One busy weekend is usually enough to show someone what this job is really like.
From the outside, people see the food coming out of the kitchen. They see the packed restaurant, the happy customers, and maybe the occasional photo of a beautifully plated dish online.
What they don't see is what happens behind those kitchen doors.
They don't see the twelve-hour shift that turns into fourteen. They don't see the burns, the cuts, the aching feet, or the feeling of sitting down for the first time all day and realising your whole body hurts.
They don't see the Friday night where tickets don't stop printing.
The Saturday service where you're already exhausted before dinner even starts. The Sunday afternoon where you're running on caffeine, adrenaline, and pure stubbornness.
Most people think stress comes in short bursts.
Kitchen stress is different.
It's hours of pressure where every ticket matters, every mistake costs time, and every second feels important. You're trying to stay fast without rushing, calm without slowing down, and focused while a hundred things are happening around you.
Then there's the lifestyle.
Working while your friends are out. Missing birthdays. Missing weekends. Missing family gatherings because somebody has to cook for everyone else while they're enjoying themselves.
The funny thing is that after a while, chefs stop seeing it as unusual.
Working until midnight becomes normal. Eating staff meal in five minutes becomes normal. Finishing a brutal service and talking about it like it was just another day becomes normal.
That's why it's hard to explain this job to people who have never done it.
You can tell them about the hours.
You can tell them about the pressure.
You can tell them about the sacrifices.
But until they've stood on a busy line during a slammed Saturday night service, they never really understand.
And that's probably why chefs have so much respect for each other.
Because we all know what it takes just to survive here.
Most people would quit after one weekend.
The crazy part is that some of us did it for years and somehow still love it.
What happened during your first truly busy weekend service?
