I've spent almost three years every weekend running up and down the shop floor of a restaurant I'd rather not mention. The constant rush of people seems relentless. I doubt its the food or the service for that matter, but I think the moths are attracted to the breathtaking view of Atterbury road or the seemingly peaceful outside patio area. Whatever their reasons that place never seems to be quiet.
For many of us that work there, it seems as if the soul of the shop is slowly disappearing. As waiter's we always believed that a spirit existed that would carry us until final rounds had been called, now it seems as if that soul has floated off from the mainline pass, out into the mall and lost its life support...
What happens when a restaurant loses its life support?
These images are of the kitchen staff, they are the life support, the engine that never runs out of gas. This guy godfrey is perpetually smiling, guess what he does...washes pots and pans all day! That place has taught me to be grateful for what I have!