Oh my Godzilla!
Working in a kitchen is really hard work. It makes you sweaty and tired.
It wasn't so bad, really, just one thing after another. And there's something about on-the-job learning when you're in a busy kitchen and people aren't showing you things in a slow and methodical way that makes it hard to feel like you're doing it right for the first while.
I picked things up really quickly, though. I learned to poach eggs and I cooked an omelet for the first time. And scrambled eggs for the first time.
I'm going to talk to the boss, though, and if they're not going to pay me for training I am going to raise some hell, because that was HARD WORK. Also, they don't give us any breaks and that's not fuckin' legal.
As I biked home I felt like crying. I feel so sad and drained right now. I keep reminding myself that it's most likely PMS. But I also feel a bit like, I'm 30 years old. Yeah, I can do this. And I could be great in a kitchen. But this isn't my dream, and it's hardly going to be relaxing. I feel old for this.
And I miss The Smit so badly that I almost want to die. And yes, of course I miss him, but the wanting to die part? That's gotta be PMS.
I need to shower and figure out how I can manage my night.
It wasn't so bad, really, just one thing after another. And there's something about on-the-job learning when you're in a busy kitchen and people aren't showing you things in a slow and methodical way that makes it hard to feel like you're doing it right for the first while.
I picked things up really quickly, though. I learned to poach eggs and I cooked an omelet for the first time. And scrambled eggs for the first time.
I'm going to talk to the boss, though, and if they're not going to pay me for training I am going to raise some hell, because that was HARD WORK. Also, they don't give us any breaks and that's not fuckin' legal.
As I biked home I felt like crying. I feel so sad and drained right now. I keep reminding myself that it's most likely PMS. But I also feel a bit like, I'm 30 years old. Yeah, I can do this. And I could be great in a kitchen. But this isn't my dream, and it's hardly going to be relaxing. I feel old for this.
And I miss The Smit so badly that I almost want to die. And yes, of course I miss him, but the wanting to die part? That's gotta be PMS.
I need to shower and figure out how I can manage my night.