travel4food asked: How goes the cook's life, sir?
The hours and pay are a nightmare! My time for social life and even being on the Internet seems to have dwindled from hours a day (if I wanted) to maybe fifteen minutes per day tops. I wake up with joint pain in my fingers to the point that I can’t bend them in the morning, and sometimes it shoots down into my wrist. Every day, there are reminders that being a good home cook does not prepare you at all for working on the line.
But I take an aspirin, I drink my coffee, and I go to work happy with my life, proud of what I’m doing, and looking forward to it. I come to work early and I stay late not because anyone told me to, but because I want to be there and I want to impress my bosses. I learn new things every day - whether it’s the cultural background of an ingredient, a knife technique, or pairing flavors that I wouldn’t have thought to work with before.
What I’m getting at here, is I’m happy. It hurts to leave the old job’s financial stability behind, and I will most likely need a new job if I intend to pay for school - but I’m happy.