That's one sign...

I've spent far too much time with food. First KFC, now a deli. And it shows, too. Anyone who can speak with food as though holding a two-way conversation, even making it sound intelligent, has issues. I can't count the times I've told those chicken legs to stop behaving like wings every time they fly off the pan. And those wings? I have to keep reminding them that if in life they couldn't fly, death wasn't going to make it any different.

"Speaking to your food is a sign of insanity, you know. Isn't that right, food?"

Is this a good sign? Probably not, but I don't see too much harm. It certainly amuses me, if no one else. Still, the more I converse with the food the more determined I am to get out of the food industry altogether. Especially since the food tends to listen to me a whole lot better than anyone I work with. That is just sad.

One thing seems certain, I doubt if I'll ever enjoy eating chicken again. Or meat in general. There are some jobs one should never work if they don't want to end up being vegetarian.