My head was buzzing from the quick drink I had snuck from the bar, and now I needed to check the kitchen and make sure the cooks had what they needed for the night. My night cook was someone I had worked with a few times over the years and she was always a joy to be around. That night she looked me in the eyes and said, “You don’t have to live like this.” She caught me off guard, and when I realized what she had said, I started to give her a long list of excuses as to why I drank so much. “You would drink too, if you had the problems I have,” I told her. She giggled and went on about her work.