Mar. 7, 2009 4:05 am
Updated: Mar. 9, 2009 7:04 am
Good morning all. I was just fortunate enough to receive a call from my breakfast cook (5:30 AM), luckily it was just a question about a renal diet & not "I can't come in today." I'm unable to go back to sleep, so I'm blogging to you instead.
It always makes me wonder why the heck I ever got into the food business to begin with. Way to many hassles for the pay. Most days I feel like a preschool teacher with a room full of ADD kids that had frosted flakes for breakfast. This is not the way I planned to use my degree. Some advice for all of you who may have teenagers watching Emeril or thinking about being the next Rachel Ray - turn off the TV & head them another direction. The restaurant business has high rates of divorce, most of us are alcoholics, we ignore our families and tend to die off early (when was the last time you saw anyone retire from the restaurant industry?).
I began my career as a busboy & very shortly was promoted to a cook of a local greasy spoon. There literally were roaches running across the counter as we took orders. I reaked of burgers/fries/fried chicken & breaded fish every night. You would think this type of work would scare off most kids, but I loved it. I moved up into cooking at a country club, where I learned how to make bernaise sauce on my first night, and how to drink Alabama slammers on my second. All of this experience came before I was 16 years old. Now 25 years later, I have many regrets & would change almost everything I did in choosing a career (organic farming often comes to mind).
Food service is a little like cowpies, once you step into it you never are quite able to get rid of the smell. I've tried on a few occasions, but keep coming back. I'm steering all of my kids away from the industry - none are allowed to have a summer job where "would you like fries with that" is part of the routine.
I really should learn not to blog without coffee. My apologies to any readers who find this rant painful to digest. Go grab the pepto. My wife & 3year old are up - better get the caffeine brewing.
You can always trust a woman who has dirt on her boots
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