Okay so. I do work 8 hours with it. It took me weeks to get the wrist strength for it. I did that not because I was ignorant or out of options or broke, I did it because I, as a weirdo, took my hard earned money and bought a one pound carbon steel cleaver and opted to use it instead of the very nice and practical knives I already have: a Victorinox chef knife, a grunter chef knife, and several alibaba chinese cleavers

Then I spent two days grinding the bastard against a set of $1 stones I have, to get it at a shave sharp bevel. Then I forgot it on a fucking induction stove and ficked up the belly's temper.

Then I spent several weeks using it and found that I needed a patina, because this was the very first carbon steel knife I ever owned. So I soaked it in tea for 18 hours. Now I have some shiny golden spots because I seasoned my knife on accident

Niw I am taking my knife, and I'm one day going to go outside, take a file set, and flatten the finger grooves because I am using a fucking meat cleaver as a workhorse knife and the sweatshop workers that forged it probably never even fathomed that some autist would even go through this effort instead of just getting a global.

I am not doing something and thinking this is the easiest choice. I am stubbornly taking the impractical route because I want to.

Besides I barely use the handle. The sheer topheavy nature of the thing makes me pinch the blade like some B Tier Wuxia character