That knife isn't sharp. I don't think that knife was EVER sharp.
The thing I keep coming back to these days is that I'm so happy right now. The last couple of years at school were fine; I took some good classes and I loved my apartment and my suitemates. But this is the first time that I've been completely happy all the time. I'm just so utterly in love with my job, and it colors every other aspect of my life. I wake up in a good mood and I go to bed in a good mood. I'm happy when I'm at work and I'm happy when I'm not. The other day one of the waiters jokingly said to me, "You can't possibly work here. You smile way too much." And it's true; I have a huge smile on my face for the majority of the 9+ hours I'm at work every day. Things get hectic and stressful-- God, they get really hectic and stressful-- but I really feel like I know what I'm doing. It's such an amazing feeling.
And this is so ridiculously cheesy and cliché, but everyone at the restaurant really feels like a family. The pastry cooks, the hot food cooks, the dishwashers, the waiters, the runners, the managers-- there are so many of us, and with just two or three exceptions, I genuinely like everybody. The hot food cooks make family meal for everyone every afternoon. The pastry cooks give the staff the leftover cookies and brownies and tarts at the end of every night. The waiters bring us leftover hors d'oeuvres during banquets. The pastry cooks help out in hot food if we're needed, and the hot food cooks help out in pastry. The dishwashers will stop and hunt around to help us find the dishes we need. The runners keep us updated on how many tables we have left. It doesn't feel like I'm working in a separate station from everybody else. We're all working together.
My feet hurt and my knuckles are so dry they're bleeding and I have burns on my arm and hand and constant bags under my eyes and I'm not eating enough, but I'm so happy.
What did I ever do to deserve this job?
And this is so ridiculously cheesy and cliché, but everyone at the restaurant really feels like a family. The pastry cooks, the hot food cooks, the dishwashers, the waiters, the runners, the managers-- there are so many of us, and with just two or three exceptions, I genuinely like everybody. The hot food cooks make family meal for everyone every afternoon. The pastry cooks give the staff the leftover cookies and brownies and tarts at the end of every night. The waiters bring us leftover hors d'oeuvres during banquets. The pastry cooks help out in hot food if we're needed, and the hot food cooks help out in pastry. The dishwashers will stop and hunt around to help us find the dishes we need. The runners keep us updated on how many tables we have left. It doesn't feel like I'm working in a separate station from everybody else. We're all working together.
My feet hurt and my knuckles are so dry they're bleeding and I have burns on my arm and hand and constant bags under my eyes and I'm not eating enough, but I'm so happy.
What did I ever do to deserve this job?