Adrenaline Kicks

It's happening.
I'm a chef in a high volume restaurant and bar. In our industry they're fond of saying that what we do is second in stress only to air traffic controllers in busy airports. I've seen air traffic controllers on TV. They have time to sip at their coffee.
Anyway, when the orders start coming in, 3 per minute, and the food starts cooking and you're yelling and shouting at people and they start to yell back and the next thing you know orders are going out 3 per minute and coming in at 4 per minute...well sir your heart starts to pumping, and so does the adrenaline. 2 hours fly by in what seems like minutes. You do some things you're proud of, you do some things you're not so proud of. But you do it.
Afterwards there's a crash, but it's short lived, because you have to get ready for round 2, the next service, and before you know it, it's upon you, and another 3 hours fly by, with the heart and mind racing like jacked up teenagers in jacked up cars when the light turns green. By the time it's all over, you're drained, relieved, just glad it's all over. At home you kick back with the kids, indulge in a hobby or two waiting for your energy to come back.
But here's the thing. Once your energy level comes back you get the itch. Suddenly home is a little too quiet. So you surf the net, and find yourself surfing faster and faster, but there's no input that's nearly as all consuming as that 4 bills coming in and 4 bills going out every minute. You start to bounce, to pace, play guitar. And before you know it, you've convinced yourself you need to go back to work, just to see how things are going. No matter how bad it seems when you're in the juice, it's worse when you're out.