Fun times … my four faithful blog readers … fun times.
Since I started working my current job I have endured pay cuts, shortened hours, and working in other stations – e.g. pantry station = boring. Also I have come to the conclusion that I really don’t like working in restaurants. First of all there are the chefs who scream at you as if someone’s life is in jeopardy. Dessert plating is not open heart surgery. Besides sanitation and cross contamination I don’t have anyone’s life in my hands. Also I have a problem with any 25 year old cursing at me. Don’t think it is beyond me to beat a twenty-something executive chef like their mother should have. I am already on edge.
Next is the fact the recession is a killer. No one has any money and people are not eating out as much as they used to. The owners and chefs don’t care if you have bills to pay. If things are slow they will tell you to go home or not to come in the next day. Oh I miss the days of salaried employment.
So I picked up two more part-time jobs. One is a startup company where I can hone my decorating and piping skills. The other is a hippy, green loving market. Both involve food and I will be making the same amount of money as my current job. The best thing is that I can walk to both jobs. The worst thing is now I am working seven days a week.
There are times I wish I was still an editor. Yes, the job sucked but I shopped at Sephora every week and Macys every month. The last item of clothing I bought was Chef Wear pants. I wonder if PRN did not close their bureau would I return to ask for my job back? My hearts aches on the fact that it would be something I would do. Soul sucking job or stripper? Tough choice. I’ll say this … office jobs do not offer shift drinks.
So much for following your dreams. I still don’t want to give up yet. A friend told me I really haven’t struggled in a career before. Therefore doing it now is a shock to my thirtyish brain. One thing I was not told in culinary school was how long must I struggle? Will I read this blog entry one day and think to myself: “Why am I bitching? It wasn’t so bad!” or “I can’t believe I lasted this long before giving up.”
I just can’t give up. Pastry is the first time in my life that I do well at something … besides 80s cartoon trivia.
I’m going to post this video because as I was re-reading this blog entry a song starting to play in my exhausted brain.