and so marks the completion of week 8 in the kitchen.
this is like some kind of rite of passage I believe. Into what, I am not sure, but whatever it is it will be hard earned. until then, I continue to 'work for the coin' and treasure every cash tip tallied for the day.
because, you know, it adds up.
I consider this re-entry into food service work a 'paying of dues' while I figure out my next bold move. which could be in almost any direction, though I am not sure which one will offer opportunity. so I wait and bide my time... because I just might be too old and ugly for them to let me tend the bar. I guess it's possible I simply waited too long.
I remember a memoir I read a few years ago, written by a waitress on waiting tables and just... waiting. waiting for the next thing, or perhaps not, but always waiting... for something. so I suppose that is what I am doing, waiting for the next thing, or something, or simply just waiting with no destination in sight.
after my shift last night I chatted with a fellow at the bar who indicated he had previously run a kitchen and knows exactly how hard it is to work in one... always chaos, no matter where you go, it's more a matter of which brand of chaos would you prefer? upper echelon chaos? dingy pub fare chaos? it's all up to you, but chaos will reign, of that you can be assured.
on the flip side, I learned earlier this week that my contribution of labor in the morning café has helped to transform the whole operation into something more seamless and polished in delivery of the morning breakfast buffet. which is nice to know that my presence can still catalyse transformation.
and even earlier this week, by serendipitous circumstance, I happened to cross paths with the chef who recently quit our kitchen and it was really healing to be able to say hello and good bye of sorts. a gift from the universe, that happenstance exchange. definitely a blessing of this time.
