My cousin works as a cook in a restaurant with forty tables.
He arrives at nine in the morning, four hours before the first customer.
Those hours are for , which is most of the job.
Vegetables are cut, are made and everything is placed in the same position every day.
During nobody has time to look for anything.
The kitchen is loud, hot and more strictly than any office I have seen.
My cousin says the skill that took him longest was speaking when something burns.
He earns less than his friends in offices and finishes work at eleven at night.
He has never wanted a different job, because he can see what he made at the end of a .
Few jobs give that, and most of the ones that do are tiring.