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Okay, I figured out when it is that I don't feel exhausted at all, in fact I feel quite happy. It's when I'm working in a kitchen that is completely, balls-to-the-wall slammed. I honestly don't think I can be happier than that. Now the main problem is that once it slows down I get really tired and just want to go to beddy-bye. But I can't because I'm so pumped up. So I lose sleep and then I'm tired all day until the next big rush. And what a rush it is. If I could go from eight hours of dinner rush to five hours of social-life to eight hours of sleep to three hours of morning routine, I'd be a happy, happy camper. Ah yes, if only life were the ideal I was taught it was by too many fantasy novels and fairy tales as a child.