Back at work

I walk in through the doors and see the empty front desk and as I walk through the almost epmty room people greet me with smiles and hello's.
I walk through the back, and stop by the board. The same routine as always, not much has changed since the first time I walked in.
The uniform is put on, some words are exchanged with colleagues that have become good friends.

Then, without no warning, the chaos enter. We run, we yell, we bump into each other. Everything has to be fast, correct and with a smile.
Can you go get some more carrots?!
I need fries! NOW!
Where the hell did my coke go?!
And as quickly as the chaos came, it disappears. And the quietness of an empty building comes in. We breathe, we laugh, we applaude our selves.

It's work. And no matter how much I complain about it, and how much I say I don't want to be there anymore. It's still work. And I love it.