So I just was informed the place I've called home since moving to NYC six months ago will be closing Saturday.
These past six months later, I missed all those months of my life, forced to work multiple positions at a wage that, has left me nearly worse off than when I started.
Holes in my shoes, old clothes, candy and milk for food every night.
I'm so envious of the people who could afford to go to school.
I never had the money or the encouragement and everyday is just, a nightmare, of isolation, of coping strategies that forever estrange, of self-destructive behaviors as you want desperately to escape what at the same time sustains you.
There's been so many days I've cried, so many days I had to call the suicide hotline.
I can't reveal too many details, but we're somewhere on the Michelin list, and we kept our star/stars this year.
But it all takes more than it can ever give.
They throw us out like trash now, which I guess is how it always is in this industry, how it always is with the working class, and it's assumed that we had a choice.
I'm thankfully receiving some support from the friends I met, the wonderful people who make all this worthwhile, but, I don't know what the point is anymore.
It becomes so much a part of your life, that the loss of it feels similar to the ending of a life.
Anyone have any similar stories from this industry?
Thanks.
These past six months later, I missed all those months of my life, forced to work multiple positions at a wage that, has left me nearly worse off than when I started.
Holes in my shoes, old clothes, candy and milk for food every night.
I'm so envious of the people who could afford to go to school.
I never had the money or the encouragement and everyday is just, a nightmare, of isolation, of coping strategies that forever estrange, of self-destructive behaviors as you want desperately to escape what at the same time sustains you.
There's been so many days I've cried, so many days I had to call the suicide hotline.
I can't reveal too many details, but we're somewhere on the Michelin list, and we kept our star/stars this year.
But it all takes more than it can ever give.
They throw us out like trash now, which I guess is how it always is in this industry, how it always is with the working class, and it's assumed that we had a choice.
I'm thankfully receiving some support from the friends I met, the wonderful people who make all this worthwhile, but, I don't know what the point is anymore.
It becomes so much a part of your life, that the loss of it feels similar to the ending of a life.
Anyone have any similar stories from this industry?
Thanks.