I'm actually most content working

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I was uncovering an underground foundation of some sort in my friend's yard today.
Sometimes I'm most content to be working. I can't explain it. I just do my best to focus on work, don't really think. Then one of my friends unknowingly reminds me of something sad . So I slow down for a bit as I spin through a myriad of confusing emotions. But then I work. And it matters less and less until it is just work again. It reminds me of the work in the kitchen at Camp Wannocksett. The 17 hour days...Before that I wouldn't have thought I could deal with that. But when you're there, you just keep working.
I miss that place.
Something about sitting in the Cook's van at 1 in the morning, coming back from a movie, bass so loud it thumps my heart, knowing I have to get up at 6 and work for at least 12 hours tomorrow. I felt content in a way I can't understand.
Work was harsh. Same daily clean up three times a day from serving hundreds of scouts.
Pot sinks, on turkey night...after scrubbing several things cleans and doing a billion pitchers and platters other things. Scrubbing a giant pot until my hand hurts and about one 8th of the material on the bottom is gone, and then continuing to scrub until it is done. Wounds that can't heal because you're constantly working.
On days when there isn't a ridiculous pot, (usually they can come clean without spending like 15 minutes of scraping with a spoon), it is just intense speed. So at the beginning of the summer, I was catch. For pitchers, the throw just takes them out of the wash sink (they get dumped right in) and throws them to my rinse sink. From there, I must dip it in the rinse, in the sanitize, and bring it to the counter. A very small counter. When I get a break I take things off the counter and rush them to their respective places. Basically, until the throw hits something that takes some scrubbing, both of my sinks and counters are full. But I make room. I keep up.
One time I was overwhelmed. I said to the thrower "Dude, I'm overloaded I can't even wash things I don't have any room". He responded "make room" as he threw two more platters into the rinse sink. And somehow I got all those dishes rinsed, sanitized, and put back without The Throw having to slow down.
There were some really hard things about kitchen, I could go on forever. but the point is, it sucked, but I would give anything to be there again. I don't get it.
I am actually thinking of getting some of the terrible music my co-workers played just because it reminds me of that place.
Some of it is actually pretty good. Why would I rather work 12-17 hour days in a kitchen and have exactly one day off which I spend sleeping, than deal with 6 hours of school and have 2 days two full days off?
I'm sorry if the grammer is bad.
So now I shall listen to some rap and techno...

So what do you do for a living? Also, work can be nice when you get into it. You pass the day doing something and you get paid.

I think it's partly because you're amazed you managed to do something you never thought you were capable of. I don't know if anyone else feels like a perpetual drain on everyone's rescources because of their AS - I know I do and I hate it. When I worked 12 hours a day I may have been breaking down but I had more respect for myself than I've ever had before or since.

And of course work is good for distracting you from any horrible stuff in your life too.

Work is like a drug. Especially if you get to work by yourself doing mechanical tasks. You get into your own head, and forget about reality. It's surprisingly fun sometimes actually.

What do I do for a living?..
I worked over the summer in the kitchen at Camp Wanocksett, but I'm 16. I don't have to make a living yet.
Yeah, work is nice. I don't have to think much, and I take pride in the work I do. It's nice to work for money too (though I got payed like less than 2 dollars an hour).