So I went into the cafe today to get a copy of the menu for tomorrow night where I am filling for Jasper at Luke’s request. Not only was the menu not written, but nothing had been ordered. A sell out crowd and no food to feed them. Jasper is fucking his job up more than usual to try and make my night shit, screwing Luke over for his own petty gains.

 

I wanna gripe!

 I EMailed the restaurant to make a booking, and they’re fully booked out for a private function! I could go elsewhere, but I want to see my friends so I’ll make it another day, I just hope everyone can come. I’m really looking forward to this.
Listening to “Welcome to the Black Parade,” by My Chemical Romance.

 

What do you mean Chef is not a chef?

 Well I opened up yesterday and held my own on my own and apparently did very well. I only seem to screw up when the site manager is there. She had a chat to me this morning telling me how she had recieved good reports about me. We then moved onto the topic of Chef. Chef, despite having worked in many kitchens for many years and being our head chef has never finished his apprenticeship. Technically Chef is not a chef (although because cheffing is compentancy based with the ammount of work he’s done it would be a simple thing for him to become qualified)!

Listening to: Michael Gray “The Weekend”

 

I don’t want to set the world on fire, I just want to start a flame in your heart…

 Well I didn’t set the world on fire, but then again I didn’t give anyone food poisioning either. My first day went OK, not great, not dismal. I even had a period where I was without the aid of the head chef. It didn’t go great, I ran out of specials and didn’t know where they were kept. As I predicted speed was one of the major factors that I need to make a conscious effort to increase. I have next week at work with my safety net and then I’m on my own, spooky, eh?

I got home to discover that my QTAC results had returned, I scored 98% in both exam criterions and found myself in the top percentile of the state. I guess this means I’m going to uni, it’s just a matter of which course. I’ll find out THAT come thefirst round of offers somewhere between Christmas and New Years.

I have some wankery art gallery opening to go to tonight. I wouldn’t bother going but for the fact that one of my friends is showing his photography. Well, that and the free food!

Listening to: “Put your hands up for Detroit,” by Fedde Le Grand

 

Fear

I start my new job as hot cook in 8 1/2 hours and I’m as anxious as all hell. You would think that because I know half the staff that it would be a good thing, but it’s not. I don’t fear being unable to get along well with the rest of the staff, I fear failure. The knowledge of fact that if I fail then I fail in front of people who know me isn’t exactly helping at this point in my slightly hysterical preperation. Failure is not an option, it’s success or death. I have identified four major areas in which I must be extra careful.

Firstly, as I do not eat fish (although I do eat other seafood) I have a limited idea of what fish is supposed to be like: beware the fish.

Secondly, people tend to be very critical about their steaks, I’m relatively confident having dealt extensively with scotch fillets before, but I cannot be overconfident: beware the steak.

Thirdly, when patrons are waiting it seems like they have waited three times longer than they actually have, so a five minute wait seems like a quarter hour to them: pick up the speed.

Fourthly, and somewhat related to my third point, I must look ahead at incomming dockets so I can ensure that I have all my mise en plus things on hand (yes, I do know how redundant that is): plan ahead.

Other than that, I just hope I can understand the head chef. I know that last time we worked together I had difficulty understanding his accent (he’s a new Australian). I spoke to him just after he had returned from Paris, and while I did manage to understand him, his accent looks like it’s there to stay.

Ohh, and don’t stick your hand in the deep fryer…

 

Yeah, I’m pretty destitute…

 Old mother Adrian Hubbard went to the cupboard, but the cupboard was bare. I spent all my money on taxis and covercharges last night (I only managed one drink) so now I am broke. I had enough money to get a packet of chips from the vending machine this afternoon, but I’m still two days away from payday.

I opened the meatlocker, tonight I am eating cheesy rice with tomatos, sweet chillie and soy sauce. It could use some meat and veg. Good lord, if I’m like this now how will I be at the new job where I will earn far less? Or even more worrying, when I go to university next year! How will I pay the bills? Suddenly the future seems a whole less bright. The fact that for the last few weeks I’ve been sick isn’t really helping the prospective.

I refuse to surrender, I refuse to give in, I am determined to succeed!

Listening to: “Pictures” by Timo Maas