I’ve been feeling better since my last post, mainly thanks to the many comforting words of support I received, including a Dr. Seuss quote from my mom that have helped me get past this speed bump:
“Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left. And will you succeed? Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 3/4 percent guaranteed.)” — from Oh, Places You’ll Go!
And a few messages from friends who reminded me of how far I’ve come in the past two years. Not just as a cook learning culinary techniques but also as a person (I’ve definitely had to grow a thicker skin and toughen up to get by in this line of work!).
I know that this is going to be a constant battle; after all, my ultimate goal is to excel in fine dining and that will certainly mean working nights, weekends, and holidays for as long as my feet can carry me. I just have to keep my eyes on the prize… and maybe slow down now and then to remember to pat myself on the back for what I’ve accomplished.
Saturday was an especially rough day as my usual station partner requested the day off and I was stuck with The Jerk again. I won’t go into detail but long story short, we had a confrontation which ended with him sulking in a corner picking crab while I worked a 350-cover Saturday night dinner service by myself. It was frustrating but I was proud that I stood up for myself against his immature tantrum and that I was able to get through service without his help.
I can totally do this.