THE DAY IN THE LIFE OF A HOSPITALITY WORKER IN IRELAND THESE DAYS

You wake up in the morning & say to yourself, today is the day I’ll find out when I go back to work

You feel optimistic

You get up, make breakfast for the kids & send them off to school
A friend of yours texts you from work saying, stay strong buddy!

You open the fridge, make sure you’ve the wine in for later but pray to god you won’t touch it

You turn on the radio, you hear a politician saying things are looking good, we should be back to normal soon
You clean something in the house

You hear the news, problem with vaccine supply, some other politician says maybe open restaurants in October

You check the fridge and ask yourself is it too early?

A friend working from home on full pay texts How’s the head

You nearly cry
You sort out the dinner for tonight

You hear someone on the radio saying politicians just got their third pay rise this year

You check your bank balance

You’ve no idea how you’re going to pay the bills this month

You hear 100 days of walking is finally finished
You decide to start walking

You hear on the radio that everything else will open before you get back to work

You hear another family booked a holiday up North

You put another bottle of wine in the fridge just in case

You don’t remember sitting down & starting to cry
You check your bank balance again

You open your first bottle of wine

You feel guilty so you hoover something

You put the dinner in the oven and get your everything will be ok face ready for when the kids come home

You do their homework with them
You see a job being advertised in a complete different industry and wonder should you

You think the last 20 years of your working life has been a waste

You turn on the radio in hope of good news only to hear senior civil servants will get a €40k pay rise next year
You open your second bottle of wine and put a third in the fridge

You feel abandoned

You go for another walk

You meet someone who asks are you enjoying your break

You come home, put the kids to bed and turn on the tv

You swear you won’t open that third bottle
You see on a chat show the host laughing about how people might go back to pubs in giant plastic bubbles

Everyone laughs

Except you

You open the third bottle and say maybe only a glass

You hide the third empty bottle so no one sees it
You put two more in the fridge for tomorrow

Just in case it’s more bad news

You look at yourself in the mirror and tell yourself to cop on for tomorrow

You pretend everything is ok

You are heart broken

You are skint

You see zero hope
Your government doesn’t think your life or your job is essential

You feel lost

You feel there is no hope

You wake up on the couch.

It’s 3.33am

You pick yourself up and go to bed

You pray that tomorrow it gets better

You go back and check the fridge
You hide the second empty bottle too

You almost breakdown

You summons your inner warrior and tell yourself to cop on.

You won’t let your kids see you like this

You lie awake in your bed

You fall asleep at 6.42am

You wake up at 7.24am

You get up and do it all again
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