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Industrial Addiction
Disclaimer
Providing this article, I may come off as bias, attempting to deter, and/or grudge-holding over a once vibrant part of my life. These are my views on an industry I have spent 14 years working for. In no way does this minimalize any other industries issues, nor push persuasion on any dreams one may possess.
From Dreams to Reality
Growing up in a well-structured home, I never followed the guidelines of a child’s dream. I never relinquished the goal-oriented aspirations of becoming a doctor, astronaut, firefighter, or superhero. My mind was always set on the creativity of architecture and the fascination of producing my own structure. I followed this path throughout my schooling and continued on to college in pursuit. As I attended college, I began work in a fine-dining restaurant. Keeping in mind I had dabbled in the occasional recreation of drugs and drinking, I was introduced into a world of unparalleled proportions.
Upon my graduation from college, earning a degree in the field I forever wanted, I found myself deep in a hole of an industry I never wanted. As my years and rank grew in the industry I found myself enjoying it more and more. I was gaining a vast knowledge of all things food-related and was able to express my disturbed mentality with comedic value. I began drinking very early in my…
