Some surface thoughts...
FYI, none of this is important. I'm too lazy to get out a notebook, so to livejournal it goes.
Clark is something to adjust to. Everyone likes to assign me jobs, but no one shows me how, so I ask about 10,000 questions a day.
Example:
Laramie(L): Make croutons for the salad bar tomorrow
Me(C): With what?
L: Bread.
C: Ok. From where.
L: Ask Lana what she has left.
C: Who's Lana?
L: She works in front of house.
C: Ok. What do i do when I have the bread.
L: Cut it and season it and put it in the oven.
C: Where are the pans.
L: On the other side of the kitchen
C: Where's the oven?
L: In the middle of the kitchen.
C: What seasonings?
L: Just the Italian ones.
C: ANd where are those?
L: Under the chef station.
C: Which is?
L: By the pans.
And that's just for croutons, which doesn't involve getting lost in any of the freezers of storage rooms. While the process of learning through failure can be frustrating, I don't really have that much to do. And no one's really rushing me, so I don't mind. Because this week, all I do is cut things and make salads.
I have a strange old muppet-like man for a supervisor and two obnoxious guys named Laramie and Garry. And obnoxious kid who I'm in every station with for the next two weeks, who makes terrible noises and tells me what to do. I enjoy the antics of Peter and the witty remarks of my new stationmate Matt and the ridiculousness of Old Southern BlackWoman who calls me girlfriend. I still don't know what to do with overly forward Angel, hella religious Bre, or strangely awkward Trenton, but I'm figuring it out. I like Paige, but I still think she's ntoas weird as me/as she thinks and Max is much stranger by both accounts. Peter's already trying to get me to smoke with him and now raps at me in the kitchens. I talked to some of the cool kids today and they're actually not mean at all. They do say some hilarious things, like the most excellent quote that was yelled in class today "it's not weird if everyone is doin' it!" or when crazy black woman said Black Sabbath had red lips like foor dye and cool kid peanut gallery said "do things look red when you're on crack?"
My favorite hour has become cooking theory, even though George takes forever to teach us anything, because I get to sit next to Peter and the cool kids and listen to the ritarded adults and George's terrible jokes/Tulani stories. Because George is like the new Tulani and I love it. Here's some lovely George quotes:
- [george talks about quality] "and that's how you tell quality...like if Caitlin and I both pour catsup down a hill and mine reaches the bottom first, mine's better" [confused look]
-"Some people try to make beer...they don't even know how to make water"
- "That was kind of funny... I kinda watched him [squints and chuckles]"
- "I feel like one of the political candidates. Because I'm not telling the full truth"
-"little white powder [chuckles] sounds like the FBI"
Also important to know, Spoodels are spoon-ladels. They come in handy. Like spoons. (that is 1 of 2 notes taken for a whole hour of theory last week)
I don't enjoy being sick and trying to cook or burning every last one of my tastebuds on scalding hot tea to the point where it still feels like sandpaper. Class at 7 is still unacceptable. I am pretty underwhelmed by the amount I'm learning and my one homework assigment every ten days and one open book quiz every other monday, but I'm not really complaining either. Especially after hearing so many other college kids struggling. I have so much free time, it's ridiculous. Done by 1 and three day weekends. It still doesn't feel like this is how things will continue...
Clark is something to adjust to. Everyone likes to assign me jobs, but no one shows me how, so I ask about 10,000 questions a day.
Example:
Laramie(L): Make croutons for the salad bar tomorrow
Me(C): With what?
L: Bread.
C: Ok. From where.
L: Ask Lana what she has left.
C: Who's Lana?
L: She works in front of house.
C: Ok. What do i do when I have the bread.
L: Cut it and season it and put it in the oven.
C: Where are the pans.
L: On the other side of the kitchen
C: Where's the oven?
L: In the middle of the kitchen.
C: What seasonings?
L: Just the Italian ones.
C: ANd where are those?
L: Under the chef station.
C: Which is?
L: By the pans.
And that's just for croutons, which doesn't involve getting lost in any of the freezers of storage rooms. While the process of learning through failure can be frustrating, I don't really have that much to do. And no one's really rushing me, so I don't mind. Because this week, all I do is cut things and make salads.
I have a strange old muppet-like man for a supervisor and two obnoxious guys named Laramie and Garry. And obnoxious kid who I'm in every station with for the next two weeks, who makes terrible noises and tells me what to do. I enjoy the antics of Peter and the witty remarks of my new stationmate Matt and the ridiculousness of Old Southern BlackWoman who calls me girlfriend. I still don't know what to do with overly forward Angel, hella religious Bre, or strangely awkward Trenton, but I'm figuring it out. I like Paige, but I still think she's ntoas weird as me/as she thinks and Max is much stranger by both accounts. Peter's already trying to get me to smoke with him and now raps at me in the kitchens. I talked to some of the cool kids today and they're actually not mean at all. They do say some hilarious things, like the most excellent quote that was yelled in class today "it's not weird if everyone is doin' it!" or when crazy black woman said Black Sabbath had red lips like foor dye and cool kid peanut gallery said "do things look red when you're on crack?"
My favorite hour has become cooking theory, even though George takes forever to teach us anything, because I get to sit next to Peter and the cool kids and listen to the ritarded adults and George's terrible jokes/Tulani stories. Because George is like the new Tulani and I love it. Here's some lovely George quotes:
- [george talks about quality] "and that's how you tell quality...like if Caitlin and I both pour catsup down a hill and mine reaches the bottom first, mine's better" [confused look]
-"Some people try to make beer...they don't even know how to make water"
- "That was kind of funny... I kinda watched him [squints and chuckles]"
- "I feel like one of the political candidates. Because I'm not telling the full truth"
-"little white powder [chuckles] sounds like the FBI"
Also important to know, Spoodels are spoon-ladels. They come in handy. Like spoons. (that is 1 of 2 notes taken for a whole hour of theory last week)
I don't enjoy being sick and trying to cook or burning every last one of my tastebuds on scalding hot tea to the point where it still feels like sandpaper. Class at 7 is still unacceptable. I am pretty underwhelmed by the amount I'm learning and my one homework assigment every ten days and one open book quiz every other monday, but I'm not really complaining either. Especially after hearing so many other college kids struggling. I have so much free time, it's ridiculous. Done by 1 and three day weekends. It still doesn't feel like this is how things will continue...