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terrorlynn) wrote2007-08-23 12:23 am
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I'd post pictures, but I dont have enough photographic ability to convey my fear. First week of culinary school, done. Its going to be very hard, and very fun. My excitement and passion for food are at an all time high...
...which makes my job all the more frustrating. Im not cooking...and neither is anyone else. We use premade sauces, canned/frozen vegetables just get tossed in steamers, meat gets grilled or roasted in giant batches. The closest thing to a creative cooking outlet was when I got to work the Seven Star (highest tier of player) Appreciation Dinner last week, where I got to sautee berries in butter and brown sugar, and then flambe them with cognac, right in front of customers. I was informed by EVERYONE I came in to contact with though, that this is one of the only events in a year that that sort of cooking thing happens.
I dont know what to do.
Im so excited about all the things Im learning about food. I'm so excited about my profession. This just isnt fufilling me. Hell, it doesnt seem to be fufilling any of the people I work with that have the same mindset. The only advancements that I'm able to look forward to are promotions to a sous chef position...which means I would never even get to see the inside of a pot again. The sous chefs at Harrahs are just supervisors. I mean, there's a picture of one of them actually cooking that one of my coworkers snapped on her phone last week, because it was like catching the Loch Ness Monster.
Im very afraid, and I dont know what to do.
At least my baby is home, and my new psychiatrist is pretty decent. Life is good, in general...this is just frustrating.
...which makes my job all the more frustrating. Im not cooking...and neither is anyone else. We use premade sauces, canned/frozen vegetables just get tossed in steamers, meat gets grilled or roasted in giant batches. The closest thing to a creative cooking outlet was when I got to work the Seven Star (highest tier of player) Appreciation Dinner last week, where I got to sautee berries in butter and brown sugar, and then flambe them with cognac, right in front of customers. I was informed by EVERYONE I came in to contact with though, that this is one of the only events in a year that that sort of cooking thing happens.
I dont know what to do.
Im so excited about all the things Im learning about food. I'm so excited about my profession. This just isnt fufilling me. Hell, it doesnt seem to be fufilling any of the people I work with that have the same mindset. The only advancements that I'm able to look forward to are promotions to a sous chef position...which means I would never even get to see the inside of a pot again. The sous chefs at Harrahs are just supervisors. I mean, there's a picture of one of them actually cooking that one of my coworkers snapped on her phone last week, because it was like catching the Loch Ness Monster.
Im very afraid, and I dont know what to do.
At least my baby is home, and my new psychiatrist is pretty decent. Life is good, in general...this is just frustrating.
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P.S. Don't waste your time moving up to line person or whatever if you *hate* your job, k?
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And I will just continue to kick ass. No real attempts to advance, but maintaining my awesome. That way, if I need a reference out of this job, they have something to go on. And i dont HATE the job, im just disappointed in it.
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Story time! I used to work at a rinky-dink catering place (not cooking myself, just delivering food, making it look pretty, etc). The primary function of our kitchen, however, was to make Meals on Wheels for the seniors in the area, which was essentially what you describe here -- using canned vegetables and pre-prepared meat and sticking it in a steamer.
Our cook, Derek, was a graduate of a "Le Cordon Bleu" school. And he was essentially stuck with the steamer and canned vegetables. He was miserable. The only outlet for his cooking was the catering, which was not exactly the kind of food that you would need a culinary degree for (meatballs, sandwiches, and the occasional Chicken a la King).
Derek had thousands of dollars of debt because of culinary school, but couldn't find a decent job (or open a restaurant what that amount of debt) and was living with his mom. He told me that anyone wanting to own their own restaurant is much better off going to business school then culinary school. If you love cooking and know what tastes good, culinary school isn't going to teach you anything you can't learn in your own kitchen with a decent book.
I really admire you for going after your dream. It's been sooo long since I've seen you or talked to you, but I'm glad you are pursuing what you love, and aren't miserable like you were in high school. I hope I'm not coming off like an asshole or something, but I just want to maybe give you another option, if you do get sick of steamers and cans. :)
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And even as frustrated as I am with this job, I'm nowhere NEAR as unhappy as I've been in years past. I just want to be happier. I dont see the point in just floating along in life if I can help it.
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I'm glad you're happy. Before I found you on facebook, I wondered about you and how you were doing. As much as Campus Life drained my will to live, our small group was fun. :)
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And as for your nose and my business, its totally cool to sniff around. I wouldnt have added you here if it wasnt okay. :)
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Campus Life actually made me more suicidal than I'd like to believe. By the end, I realized that all the staff and many people there were assholes (excepting a few lovely people) and just wanted asses in the seats and didn't give a rat's ass about me. I hope you made it out of there with more self esteem than I did. Joe and Joel did more to make me want to kill myself than anybody else has ever done.
The God thing (obviously) didn't work out for me, either. I'm happily living in sin with another lapsed Christian, and we don't believe in God together. :)
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Yeah, Campus Life was really just a propaganda machine for an invisible man in the sky that knows everything and loves you except for when you're bad...oh, and the fucker never seems to have enough money. I felt like I always fell short of their expectations, and they didnt hesitate to remind me of those failings. My self esteem was never awesome, but it was way worse after them. I remember when I went in to the mental hospital...and NO ONE visited me, NO ONE would talk to me about it...bastards.
I guess it doesnt seem like I dont believe in god...just more like he/she/it never believed in me. There's a big reason Travis is an atheist and I'm agnostic. I dont really think its possible for us to know whether there is a god or not, but I figure that if I try to leave the world in a better place than I left it, no one or nothing can be all that pissy at me. Seems reasonable ;).
Im so glad you're happier now. I always find it strange when I reconnect with people from my past and it seems like they havent changed at all...how can people go through life without changing? I mean, AT ALL? Very odd.
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I still kind of know what's going on, because my friend Kristen (remember her? skinny, big boobs, used to do skits about Britney Spears at club?) stayed on as a staff at CL after she graduated HS. Some people never did change, and some got a lot creepier.
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Pay the dues now, build up your karma bank, keep your eyes peeled for other opertunities....
And invited me to dinner soon. =)
-emily
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And COME TO DINNER ANY TIME. Please?
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-emily
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