Well it is 12:30 in the morning and I should be doing chemistry…..
I figured I would bull shit a live journal entry tonight. I was listening to the song “Fight Test” by The Flaming Lips and lamenting about how it does or will characterize my life. It is a pretty amazing song- definitely worth a look at. I think it pretty much got me thinking about how air headed I have been this 2nd semester of college (…I am not totally sure how…). I honestly think that one of the reasons I have been so lazy lately about work etc is because I have no interest in anything I am studying. It is times like these (another great song) when I really question if this is the right path for me. This summer should be interesting because I am really going to have a chance to explore my true passion in life- culinary arts.
I am really looking forward to leaving for work at 3 in the afternoon and not getting back until midnight completely exhausted. I want to know what it feels like to drain yourself not because it is just plain, monotonous hard work that you are doing but because you bring intensity to what you are doing because you have a intense passion for it. My future employer (hopefully) might have been a little drunk when I called him for an “interview” but he also said things that kind of struck home to me. I have never had a boss say to me that money isn’t important when I asked how much the position pays. I have also never had a boss tell me about how he stays up late at night sketching plates/dishes that he has in mind for the next evenings featured menu- to be perfectly honest I have stayed up at night thinking about food/dishes many a times…sad but true.
I probably could have gotten into the greatest culinary arts school in the world (the Culinary Institute of America) due to the fact that my dad went there, I did very well in high school and I had worked in a restaruant since I was 14. The CIA is the type of place where I could seriously picture myself staying in the labs until 1 in the morning just playing around. They have a class where all you do is learn to smell for ingredients- for some of the exams you are blindfolded, a plate is put in front of you and you have to identify everything that is on the plate- that is a pretty cool class.
But is a culinary arts profession really worth never seeing your family etc. etc.? 13 hour work days aren’t uncommon for an executive chef. Cooking in a restaurant is far different from cooking at home too- FOR GOD SAKES I HAD A DISHWASHER AT MY OLD JOB- HOW SICK IS THAT??
Right now I am just another brick in the wall- or so it seems when I am ridiculous tired. The Flaming Lips song really had no relevancy to this entry now that I think about it.
….there are some sentences in this entry that are so convoluted I don’t even want to try to fix them…
I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlight begins
It's all a mystery
(Fight Test- The Flaming Lips)
Peace out- A Town!
me
I am really looking forward to leaving for work at 3 in the afternoon and not getting back until midnight completely exhausted. I want to know what it feels like to drain yourself not because it is just plain, monotonous hard work that you are doing but because you bring intensity to what you are doing because you have a intense passion for it. My future employer (hopefully) might have been a little drunk when I called him for an “interview” but he also said things that kind of struck home to me. I have never had a boss say to me that money isn’t important when I asked how much the position pays. I have also never had a boss tell me about how he stays up late at night sketching plates/dishes that he has in mind for the next evenings featured menu- to be perfectly honest I have stayed up at night thinking about food/dishes many a times…sad but true.
I probably could have gotten into the greatest culinary arts school in the world (the Culinary Institute of America) due to the fact that my dad went there, I did very well in high school and I had worked in a restaruant since I was 14. The CIA is the type of place where I could seriously picture myself staying in the labs until 1 in the morning just playing around. They have a class where all you do is learn to smell for ingredients- for some of the exams you are blindfolded, a plate is put in front of you and you have to identify everything that is on the plate- that is a pretty cool class.
But is a culinary arts profession really worth never seeing your family etc. etc.? 13 hour work days aren’t uncommon for an executive chef. Cooking in a restaurant is far different from cooking at home too- FOR GOD SAKES I HAD A DISHWASHER AT MY OLD JOB- HOW SICK IS THAT??
Right now I am just another brick in the wall- or so it seems when I am ridiculous tired. The Flaming Lips song really had no relevancy to this entry now that I think about it.
….there are some sentences in this entry that are so convoluted I don’t even want to try to fix them…
I don't know where the sunbeams end
And the starlight begins
It's all a mystery
(Fight Test- The Flaming Lips)
Peace out- A Town!
me