I’ve known for a few months now that Chef has plans to open new restaurants and when the time comes, promote from within and hire new cooks. This thought has lingered at the back of my head, driving me to work hard to impress my potential future boss and knowing that the opportunity, when it arises, would be incredible.
I think that time has come.
This morning, Chef posted on Facebook that he was looking for cooks to work with him in the new year. I had to temper my excitement but squealed with joy when Honey Bunny pointed it out too and said I should voice my interest. I mulled it over in my head, playing out possible conversations and refining how I would approach the situation. I imagine I had similar thoughts to every high school kid agonizing over how to ask someone out on a first date. What if he says no? What if he laughs at the very thought? What if he doesn’t reply at all?
Also, I have my hands in a lot of pots at my day job. They have come to rely on me for many responsibilities and I know I cannot just leave them hanging (at the same time, I know that this is not a good reason to feel obligated to stay either). I’m not quite sure how to tell them nor how to handle a transition period to either train my assistant or a replacement.
But in the end, I pushed those nay-saying thoughts away and made a decision. This is the window of opportunity I had been waiting for, ever since I embarked on this journey (which has really been a long time coming). They say when you look back on your life, you’ll regret the things you didn’t do more than the ones you did. And so, with slightly quivering fingers, I typed out a simple message — “Chef, I saw your Facebook post. I am very interested and would love to get additional information.”
I quickly opened a new tab on my browser and started typing this entry to distract myself from obsessively refreshing the page, awaiting his reply. Before I knew it, the window blinked to alert me of the new message. His response? “[Matcha Bunny], you already have one foot in the door. You have to tell me what you want and we would love to take you on full time.”
I almost fell out of my chair I was so excited. There was a small part of me that was worried he would think I couldn’t handle it full time or that he would want someone with more experience.
With Honey Bunny’s help, I carefully formulated my reply. “Chef, I would love to branch out to Charcuterie. Eventually, I really want to work on the hot line. But I am a fast learner and can fit in wherever you need me.” I went on to explain that I would need some transition time, perhaps work part-time there and part-time at my day job for a month or two. Again, I anxiously awaited his response.
I clicked on the window as soon as I saw it blink. The first word I saw? “GREAT!!!”
He was eager to get the ball rolling. He said that he was glad my ambitions are in line with the natural progression of the kitchen (Pantry to Charcuterie to Pizza to the Hot Line). He wants to set up a preliminary schedule and transition me into Charcuterie when Charcuterie Guy leaves next month. He closed his message with, “Lots of learning to do before that though, so lots of cramming to do between now and then, kiddo!!”
I AM ABSOLUTELY ECSTATIC. I thanked him profusely for the opportunity and said that I would figure things out with my day job and, at least, see him on Saturday to stage as usual.
Dreams really do come true if you work hard and want it badly enough. This. Is. Happening.