I am a Chef / kitchen manager for a successful, growing restaurant. I started about 5 years ago and became the kitchen manager 4 years ago. The owners like me, I think the GM likes me, and I enjoy what I do. But the stress and the long hours are really wearing me down. I have the “kitchen” half of my job down to a science, but I struggle with the “manager” part. I am also dealing with depression, and my bosses know about it. they have given me plenty of advice and encouragement.
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Before I go any further, I will say that I have not started talking to anyone about my depression yet. I know that I need to, and I know that it affects my job. My mother (my closest friend, really) keeps encouraging me to do it, but she tries not to bother me too much about it. My bosses have given me some contacts too, and they occasionally talk to me about it. I know I need to get this done, but its very tough for me to get motivted to do things like this. Its like ultra-procrastination. I realize I need to do a task, but then I start thinking about all the other little things I should do before I get started, and all the little things I need to do afterwards, and it gets overwhelming! To escape that pressure, I just decide not to do the thing. Its really easy, but it has gotten me in a few binds… Anyway…
I work 50+ hours a week. It used to be 55+, but my bosses allowed me to reduce my hours for my well-being. I work hard and I often skip my breaks to get more things done. It is tough for me to let things go and have other people take care of them for two reasons. One, I have high standards. I like to think that our restaurant is succesful because I make sure things are done the right way, and I crack down on shortcuts. Often, other people screw things up, and I have to fix them. I try to teach/train as best I can, but sometimes its not enough. Two, I feel like I have to work hard all the time. Thats how I was trained. Thats how I got promotions at all four multi-year jobs I’ve had in my life. I value hard work, and I don’t want to feel like I’m that boss that makes everyone else work hard while I go home early or slack off in the office. So, for those two reasons, there is always tons of work for me to do. Manager-related tasks slip by me because I need to focus on kitchen-related things, and I go home exhausted. I miss my older jobs, were I wasn’t in command, and I could be the guy who the boss could count on to take care of things. Now, I have to rely on those below me, and most of them don’t have the skills or standards that I do. And I don’t get any of that job satisfaction from my bosses, because they aren’t around very often.
When I get home, I don’t have energy to do anything. I spend what little time I have infront of the TV or computer and I don’t get to bed on time. So all week, I get further and further behind on sleep. And since it takes me a couple hours to wake up from a deep sleep, I can’t allow myself a good nights rest. I have to sleep with the TV on, or sleep in my comfy chair instead of my bed so I can hear the alarms. I usually have 2 or 3 alarms set, because I will sleep through them. I have to wake up by 6:10 am to get to work by 7. Being late to work always screws up my day, even though it gives me 15-20 minutes of extra snoozing. But recently, we made a staffing change, and two others show up at 7 with me, and so being late isn’t an option anymore.
Money isn’t much of a problem. I have some credit issues, but I making much more than I spend every month. I’ve bought all the Stuff and Things I need in life, and I can pay off my car loan any time (another thing I need to do, that I can’t get motivated to finish… money is in the bank, just keep putting it off…). At my last raise, my bosses shocked me with a hefty increase, and they also started a quarterly bonus program for the managers, which I hit once, and expect to hit again this quarter. I feel like they are throwing money at me to keep me around. Its flatering, but I’m not really driven by money. (actually, at my last review, I was prepared to take a proportional decrease to get my hours down from 55 to 50, but they allowed the shorter hours AND gave me the raise, so I took it).
About a year and a half ago, I hit my lowest point in my depression. It was that admit-you-have-a-problem stage for me. Since then, I have started taking St. Johns Wort to help with my mood (thanks to great advice from you dopers!), I skimmed some cognitive behaioural therapy info (more doper advice), I have reconnected with My father, whom I ignored for years due to the depression (and silently blamed him for it too), and made more of an effort to be involved with family things, and keep in touch with my mother (I tended to ignore phone calls and get-togethers for months when I felt down. And this winter (winters were the worst for me), despite lots of bad emotions, bad days at work and crappy moods, I didn’t slip into a deep depression like I had before. I feel like I have made progress. Not enough, but Im working on it.
So, 3-4 months ago, I blew up in the kitchen. It was the first anger episode I’ve had since working on bettering myself. I made a guy walk out because he felt disrespected. (he was a slacker, and wasn’t far from write-ups and probation anyway, so it wasn’t a big loss). But what if a good employee walked out? what if it was my sous chef or one one of my valued line cooks? The stress of the job snapped me, and I immedietly realized I needed to get out. I couldn’t do it anymore, and I was becomeing incapable of leading. I’ve had so many bad days before, where I drive home, thinking I’m going to quit, but I would chicken out. This time, I said it was the last. I wrote a lengthy, emotional e-mail to the bosses, giving notice to quit, and I told my Sous chef. The bosses were shocked and saddened, and wanted to meet with me. They convinced me to stay, offering their help on the leadership and management issues I had. I feel like they confused me into wondering if I was quitting legitimately, or quitting as a way of escaping let another tough task that my depressed side didn’t want to do. Since then, I’ve had two more bad days. One in which, I penned another email, but never sent it. The last one, St. Patricks’s Day weekend, was just really really busy and stressful, but after wards, I realized I kicked ass that weekend, and felt better.
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So, now, I don’t know what to do. Part of me thinks that my stressful job is getting in my way of me tackling my depression. If I had a different job, with less stress, fewer hours, and a night shift, I would sleep better, I would have time to accomplish things, I could get some exercise (which I need for lots of reasons including the depression, I know!), and I might have more job satisfaction. On the other hand, maybe my depression is getting in the way of my job and making me think that the job is the problem. Maybe I would be happier and better at my job If I tackled this depression first.
I’m a bit lost, and I need some advice. I just don’t think I can keep this up much longer.