My inbox is flooded with emails waiting their replies. My bedroom floor is strewn with chef’s jackets, all chocolate and caramel stained. There’s garbage to be taken out and the dirty dishes are reaching embarassing heights. I have no time.
I’ve worked 130ish hours for the past 11 straight days.
My back hurts. My hands are scarred with a million little cuts and dry from working with chocolate. My eyes are exhausted from inspecting thousands of pieces of chocolate everyday.
I cant wait for Christmas.
avec chantilly 