My wife had a dream of running her own restaurant, but that vision started to grow dim after years of abuse at the mercy of mean chefs that would verbally abuse her and her coworkers.
Some kitchens are cut throat and the people inside are working with an insane amount of energy.
Not everyone is cut out for this experience, at least I wasn’t during my short stint as a dishwasher in my early 20s. After you have hot pans thrown at you by someone screaming at the top of their lungs, you start to check out completely from that kind of work. While I went on to become a librarian following my undergraduate education, my wife pursued a different line of work altogether. She considered going to trade school, but it was the prospect of becoming a personal trainer that caught her eye instead. There was a local training and certification program that she was able to afford so she took the plunge. Now that she has her certifications and licensing, my wife is a personal fitness trainer at a local gym and works between 40 and 45 hours a week because of the sheer demand right now. After the gyms and fitness centers started reopening last year, many of them saw a surge in demand from people who were desperate to get out of their homes and lose some weight for the first time in over two years. I’m proud of my wife and everything she does, especially knowing that she helps better others’ lives in a fundamental way. My job as a librarian is boring compared to her work as a personal fitness trainer.