During my days of culinary school and when I officially changed careers to pastry I swore I would never return to the life of working in an office.
Although it’s a cliche saying: “Never say never”
During the past year in moments when I was in between jobs I worked as an editor and proofreader. It was all that I remembered — the good and bad. The “good” was earning $30 an hour freelancing. I hate to sound so focused on money (although I am) I missed having money to save or buying what I want when I want.
Yes, I realize that we are in a recession and a career in pastry isn’t exactly like having a money tree in one’s backyard. I’m in my late 30s and it felt like I was starting over again and again. I was usually the oldest pastry cook in the kitchen (vain) and most of my co-workers were old enough to be my children (assuming I gave birth to them in high school).
Once again things that I knew, but didn’t think it was an issue.
I am returning to journalism (another volatile profession) and working in pastry part time. Mostly focusing on The Pastry Prophet.
I feel like I’m in the movie Logan’s Run. I’m getting older and I don’t feel like I accomplished all that wanted to do.
At least I don’t have to participate in The Renewal.