Don't Get Any Crazy Ideas, I Won't Be a Chef For Years.
So. I have graduated from culinary school! And I must have been sadder than I thought, because I cried. Weeped the entire cab ride home from the after party. I was drunk as all get out, but I'm not a crying drunk, save for that one sad night on Long Island years ago. I was also extremely touched by the graduation gift my parents gave me which led to me CALLING MY MOM during that cab ride to weepingly tell her as much.
In any case. I think I must still be sad. And scared. A fear that I know will be over as soon as I start my externship at Blue Hill, but I am terrified now.
Sad and scared. LAAAAAAAAAAme.
Oh yeah, and totally out of money. ...hmmm. This is a problem. Hopefully ol' Russle the Hussle will be able to hook me up with some freelance at the Grolier Club. As much as I know there is always a point at which I hate those freelance jobs I do look forward to working with him again- I luv him- and I look forward to being in the world of books once more.
In any case. I think I must still be sad. And scared. A fear that I know will be over as soon as I start my externship at Blue Hill, but I am terrified now.
Sad and scared. LAAAAAAAAAAme.
Oh yeah, and totally out of money. ...hmmm. This is a problem. Hopefully ol' Russle the Hussle will be able to hook me up with some freelance at the Grolier Club. As much as I know there is always a point at which I hate those freelance jobs I do look forward to working with him again- I luv him- and I look forward to being in the world of books once more.