Last time I wrote it was about my dilemma about being sick, the long days, etc. I had to make a decision; return to work and stick it out, or leave and look for other avenues. I don't call it 'quitting' (that sounds so harsh, and I have not at all quit with what I want to do) but I do call it as I see it - not a great fit.
It wasn't an easy decision to make. I agonized over it. For days. In tears. You have no idea. But some of the hardest decisions we make with such anguish are great learning opportunities. And I don't just think for yourself, but for those on the other side, too. Your decision affects other people, even if you don't always see it. I'm sure there's a ripple effect that goes on. When I was making this decision, it felt like this: I might have felt 80-90% happy to work there, but there was that 10-20% of me that didn't like it on certain terms. While the 20% might have been 'smaller', it felt much heavier, and I can't explain why. One of those, you know there's a reason, you just can't put it into words.
I didn't return. At the end of the day, I didn't feel comfortable waiting for public transportation (bus and train) for over an hour and having it take me 2 hours to get home. If a shift was 12 hours, I would be having a 16 hr day with transportation. I would also be waiting for said transit late at night alone, and that didn't make me feel great either. I have been in touch with the chef since and he's been pulling 14-15 hour days. No thanks. I'm not at all sorry I left. I could leave certain criticisms, but it's not my business so I'll keep them to myself. I'm sad about it, don't get me wrong. We just have different values. They didn't mesh.
It was viewed by my former boss that I was 'giving up'. I believe this was the industry speaking, not her. She's very intelligent and likes to ask the right questions and challenge people. But I told you how it was, the industry is very unforgiving. But that doesn't mean that it's *all* cookie-cutter. There will be that one place that doesn't hold the same values or opinions of said industry and they'll be different. That's why it'll be a good fit, cause I'm different, too.
With my time off I've kept up certain momentum with my business. I've found someone who will help me create a website (yay!) in exchange for some baking (colour me grateful) and I've found the perfect box to ship my brownies. I'm writing content for the webpage and looking at other ideas for packaging to make it more presentable. It's really fun, getting to pick a team you want to work with and cultivating a product from beginning to end.
Otherwise I'm back in the jobbank pool. Slightly depressing, but I'm trying not to lose hope. I'm confident there's a better fit out there with better conditions. Think positive!
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Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Sunday, September 20, 2015
Conflicting Values
I write to you troubled today, dear reader. I have been brought to the ultimate juxtaposition in my current life (stage).
It's proving very quickly that my body is not ready for this job. More specifically, my body and current health status are not ready for 11-hour days (which turn into 13(!) with commute). Aside from my current health issues, I'm just recuperating being off work sick for a week. I had a cold from hell and some sleepless nights (admittedly, due partly to anxiety). The last shift I worked before falling ill (overnight) was 11 hours. That did me in. My body was trying to tell me something (and has been since, in other ways!).
I said I'll be able to return Wednesday this week. I was warned they will be long days, at 10-12 hours each. Maybe they can let me keep 9 hour shifts. Maybe I can start off slow and ease into it until I'm used to everything.
The problem is... in the food industry, this isn't acceptable. The food industry has a pretty big macho, "Suck it up or get out" mentality. There's no half-assed. There's no doing things only half way. There's little to no "meeting in the middle".
This isn't the only industry who has mandatory long days. Healthcare is another prime example. Nurses work 12 hours and doctors even longer. It's ironic that positions in the health industry aren't condusive to good health, but I digress. I don't think it's healthy to demand so much of ourselves while we're serving others. Long shifts don't benefit anyone; you get tired and mistakes are made. I realize these are my values and not the industry's. How do we find time for ourselves (also important for personal health and well-being) and our family? Why are we making it okay to just get up, go to work, come home and eat and go to bed - day after day? How does someone with chronic health issues work in an industry they enjoy that otherwise wants to shut them out?
So... how does one work in an industry they enjoy when it clashes with one of their values? Such a big question with a seemingly impossible answer. But there has to be a way. I'm too stubborn to admit otherwise. I've always wanted to bake and I've always wanted to make a difference in the world with my baking - but I've never had the answer how. Maybe it's not the baking itself, but the path. Maybe I'm keeping my thinking too narrow.
I don't know. And I don't know if there's ever an answer for what I'm asking. I always want to jump 10 steps ahead; I know what I want in the end, but I never know how to get there. My creativity falls short along the way and then I lose momentum and it's gone.
Aaaaand..I'm losing battery on my laptop. I take that as a queue for dinner time.
I don't know if my rambling has made any sense. Maybe someone identifies with it (in which case, that'll be a miracle). Otherwise, I'll see you on the flip side :)
Happy Sunday!
It's proving very quickly that my body is not ready for this job. More specifically, my body and current health status are not ready for 11-hour days (which turn into 13(!) with commute). Aside from my current health issues, I'm just recuperating being off work sick for a week. I had a cold from hell and some sleepless nights (admittedly, due partly to anxiety). The last shift I worked before falling ill (overnight) was 11 hours. That did me in. My body was trying to tell me something (and has been since, in other ways!).
I said I'll be able to return Wednesday this week. I was warned they will be long days, at 10-12 hours each. Maybe they can let me keep 9 hour shifts. Maybe I can start off slow and ease into it until I'm used to everything.
The problem is... in the food industry, this isn't acceptable. The food industry has a pretty big macho, "Suck it up or get out" mentality. There's no half-assed. There's no doing things only half way. There's little to no "meeting in the middle".
This isn't the only industry who has mandatory long days. Healthcare is another prime example. Nurses work 12 hours and doctors even longer. It's ironic that positions in the health industry aren't condusive to good health, but I digress. I don't think it's healthy to demand so much of ourselves while we're serving others. Long shifts don't benefit anyone; you get tired and mistakes are made. I realize these are my values and not the industry's. How do we find time for ourselves (also important for personal health and well-being) and our family? Why are we making it okay to just get up, go to work, come home and eat and go to bed - day after day? How does someone with chronic health issues work in an industry they enjoy that otherwise wants to shut them out?
So... how does one work in an industry they enjoy when it clashes with one of their values? Such a big question with a seemingly impossible answer. But there has to be a way. I'm too stubborn to admit otherwise. I've always wanted to bake and I've always wanted to make a difference in the world with my baking - but I've never had the answer how. Maybe it's not the baking itself, but the path. Maybe I'm keeping my thinking too narrow.
I don't know. And I don't know if there's ever an answer for what I'm asking. I always want to jump 10 steps ahead; I know what I want in the end, but I never know how to get there. My creativity falls short along the way and then I lose momentum and it's gone.
Aaaaand..I'm losing battery on my laptop. I take that as a queue for dinner time.
I don't know if my rambling has made any sense. Maybe someone identifies with it (in which case, that'll be a miracle). Otherwise, I'll see you on the flip side :)
Happy Sunday!
Thursday, September 3, 2015
On the Up!
Remember that depression I wrote about before? Gone. I think it was a combination of things; low Vitamin D levels, hormones, etc. both of which have been ammended or passed.
There's been a lot of change lately (and as usual, all at once). A lot of good change. First: W got a new job. Decent hours, I think (contrary to his last job) and even if he doesn't get the proper hours it's more per hour, so that'll help out (either way). He's off this week before he starts his new job (Monday). He was off for a couple weeks for vacation a couple weeks ago and it was nice having him home. Now? Now I'm ready to have him back out again :P Said with love, of course ;)
Second: I got a job. Finally! After 2 years I was ready to kill myself. Listen, one can only occupy oneself for so long. It's so great and I'm really blessed. It's with a small catering company (who seem to do a lot of business, even in slow season) and the people really are fantastic. I talk to my boss on the phone more than my friends! Usually we'll start talking business, but lead off to other things. I think we're around the same age, give or take a year (or two? or five? I really have no idea). I work in the kitchen and while it's only been a couple days, I seem to be doing more sweet/dessert stuff than other things. I think I'm their gluten-free and dessert consult (which isn't her chef's specialty; he's more of a meat/mains/soup guy). I mean really, I'm asked about what I think they should do for / this / or / that /. It's... weird; I'm asked my opinion and it... matters! I'm still in shock! :P My passion for food is embraced and encouraged (as the owner & chef also have said passion) and mistakes in the kitchen are okay; it's how you fix them (and I usually do). I was a bit down about how a couple recipes I made didn't turn out (really, I stressed about this cause it's time and money/ingredients, right?) but I was encouraged not to stress out about it. Just fix it and move on. Taste everything; ingredients, almost-finished product, finished product. I can ask for ingredients for recipes with no questions. They'll even go high and low to get them (and she has). I gave her a list one day on the phone and W. said after it's like having my own personal shopper *lol*. So far it seems I'll just be working a couple days a week and that's fine with me until I get back into the rhythm of working (it's very taxing physically, as with most kitchens. Most days are long, 9 hrs +/-. One day was 11!). And part-time lets me still concentrate on my business on the side (which I still need help setting up a webpage..arrgh!). We can do the webpage, but it takes time, which neither of us really have. Okay, find someone who can do it for free..and...go!
Also something to note; jobs are a little different here. Or, the process at least. Temp agencies are used 75% of the time, or more. It's rare (but not unheard of) to be hired directly. Why? I haven't really understood yet. There's pros and cons to each (and for the employer himself). So yes, I'm employed through a temp agency to work in the kitchen at my job. W. is also hired by a temp agency for his (try to get a mortgage when you're at a temp agency, I dare ya) :/ Travel expenses are also covered by the employer here, usually in full. Imagine that; your travel expenses, by any medium (car, transit) is (usually) completely covered.
It's odd to share stories w/W. and say, "At work.. this happened.." or "I have to work Tues and Wed next week." Just to say the word 'work' is so..weird. W. says after a couple years (of being out of work) it's allowed to be (weird). Some things some people take for granted, like a job, is easy when you have one.
We were accepted for a (rental) house in a town we want to live in, but had to decline as it was not desirable at all (no fence or bike shed, which would have cost a couple thousand easily. Can you imagine that? Spending that much money on a rental property? No thanks.). We want to buy (and incidentally found the perfect house), but with starting new jobs is not realistic right now. Why is life cruel like that? You find the perfect house and then .. nope, sorry, you can't have it yet. /frustrated
Well, I can't think of anything else to write about right now, specific to the topics at hand. I want to write a post about diets and healthy eating (and how the information can be overwhelming), but can't seem to find the time for that yet, sadly.
Well, I think I'm going to bake some cookies and find time for dinner (romanesco tonight! Very good for you, and good for the ladies; hormone-balancing). I'll have mine with rice. W. will be having his rice with salmon. It's aaaaaall for him.
There's been a lot of change lately (and as usual, all at once). A lot of good change. First: W got a new job. Decent hours, I think (contrary to his last job) and even if he doesn't get the proper hours it's more per hour, so that'll help out (either way). He's off this week before he starts his new job (Monday). He was off for a couple weeks for vacation a couple weeks ago and it was nice having him home. Now? Now I'm ready to have him back out again :P Said with love, of course ;)
Second: I got a job. Finally! After 2 years I was ready to kill myself. Listen, one can only occupy oneself for so long. It's so great and I'm really blessed. It's with a small catering company (who seem to do a lot of business, even in slow season) and the people really are fantastic. I talk to my boss on the phone more than my friends! Usually we'll start talking business, but lead off to other things. I think we're around the same age, give or take a year (or two? or five? I really have no idea). I work in the kitchen and while it's only been a couple days, I seem to be doing more sweet/dessert stuff than other things. I think I'm their gluten-free and dessert consult (which isn't her chef's specialty; he's more of a meat/mains/soup guy). I mean really, I'm asked about what I think they should do for / this / or / that /. It's... weird; I'm asked my opinion and it... matters! I'm still in shock! :P My passion for food is embraced and encouraged (as the owner & chef also have said passion) and mistakes in the kitchen are okay; it's how you fix them (and I usually do). I was a bit down about how a couple recipes I made didn't turn out (really, I stressed about this cause it's time and money/ingredients, right?) but I was encouraged not to stress out about it. Just fix it and move on. Taste everything; ingredients, almost-finished product, finished product. I can ask for ingredients for recipes with no questions. They'll even go high and low to get them (and she has). I gave her a list one day on the phone and W. said after it's like having my own personal shopper *lol*. So far it seems I'll just be working a couple days a week and that's fine with me until I get back into the rhythm of working (it's very taxing physically, as with most kitchens. Most days are long, 9 hrs +/-. One day was 11!). And part-time lets me still concentrate on my business on the side (which I still need help setting up a webpage..arrgh!). We can do the webpage, but it takes time, which neither of us really have. Okay, find someone who can do it for free..and...go!
Also something to note; jobs are a little different here. Or, the process at least. Temp agencies are used 75% of the time, or more. It's rare (but not unheard of) to be hired directly. Why? I haven't really understood yet. There's pros and cons to each (and for the employer himself). So yes, I'm employed through a temp agency to work in the kitchen at my job. W. is also hired by a temp agency for his (try to get a mortgage when you're at a temp agency, I dare ya) :/ Travel expenses are also covered by the employer here, usually in full. Imagine that; your travel expenses, by any medium (car, transit) is (usually) completely covered.
It's odd to share stories w/W. and say, "At work.. this happened.." or "I have to work Tues and Wed next week." Just to say the word 'work' is so..weird. W. says after a couple years (of being out of work) it's allowed to be (weird). Some things some people take for granted, like a job, is easy when you have one.
We were accepted for a (rental) house in a town we want to live in, but had to decline as it was not desirable at all (no fence or bike shed, which would have cost a couple thousand easily. Can you imagine that? Spending that much money on a rental property? No thanks.). We want to buy (and incidentally found the perfect house), but with starting new jobs is not realistic right now. Why is life cruel like that? You find the perfect house and then .. nope, sorry, you can't have it yet. /frustrated
Well, I can't think of anything else to write about right now, specific to the topics at hand. I want to write a post about diets and healthy eating (and how the information can be overwhelming), but can't seem to find the time for that yet, sadly.
Well, I think I'm going to bake some cookies and find time for dinner (romanesco tonight! Very good for you, and good for the ladies; hormone-balancing). I'll have mine with rice. W. will be having his rice with salmon. It's aaaaaall for him.
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Unemployment Woes
There have been a million things going on and a million more on my mind, so I haven't the time to write as much as I'd like to. I'm going to write about more pressing thoughts today, though. I'm waiting for the rain to pass before I go out (though it seems never-ending lately), so it affords me the time.
I was just looking online for work and I came to a roadblock. Well, what I call a roadblock (so it probably means it's not, really. Read: self-imposed). I was going to forward my resume to this company for a series of jobs they have in hospitality or kitchen help, etc. They asked usual information.. name, address, phone, CV, motivation (what we'd call a cover letter), etc. Then they also want a photo and your date of birth. Right, cause we all remember how well giving my age went last time. And photo? Really? Well, you can see their prorities. Not that I'm saying I feel I necessarily have anything to worry about, but I'm having a rough go as it is, so I don't need reason #563 of why someone won't hire me.
I've been applying for multiple jobs, anything English that I might be remotely qualified for. So far.. nadda. My dilemma is this: I don't want to apply for jobs that I'm over-qualified for, just in effort to get a job. I don't see why I should have to devalue myself, just to get money. And honestly, I've been doing that the last 20-some years I've been working, so I'm kind of tired of it. But you know the caveat with that... higher standards means less of a chance for a job. Which means we go longer without money. So.. what's a girl to do? Do I give them my photo and chance it? Do I take that cleaning job that I *really* don't want? Do I start at the bottom of an organization again?
I'm 38. Starting at the bottom, to me, is not an option... but #firstworldproblems (this is a jab at me) .. many immigrants all over the world take jobs they "don't want" and are very "over-qualified for", just to get an income (I once worked with a man in Toronto who was an engineer in India. A bloody brilliant one, too, but because of country-to-country qualifications, he'd have to take certain tests or something in Canada and they costed a LOT of money, so he wasn't able, so retail it was). So what am I whining about? Suck it up, princess.
Thing is, I'm not ready to yet. I'm not ready to accept less than I think I'm worth. That's quite a perception though, isn't it, and a hella risky one. Yet I continue to have faith something will come up when it's meant to but... how long will that last me? I have and feel an obligation to provide in this household, so when I'm not it feels like stress (almost more than everything I've just written).
To top it off, there have been external events the past few days that have caused even more stress and things are a little tense around here. Well, they're improving, but slowly and hesitantly. We're both very, very overwhemed, so I apologize if this feels like a 'heavy' or 'down' sort of post. Just trying to burrow through and make sense of anything else in the meantime. I'm making an active effort not to sink into a depression.
I'd like your feedback; how do you think I should approach jobs? I do not wish for you to comment on my mental state; it is something I won't apologize for and is a by-product of other situations, but any other thoughts are more than welcomed. Do I place value not in myself, but in the job itself.. it is what you make it after all. Or do I uphold my sense of self and sense of value and apply only for these kinds of jobs?
The stupid thing is, I would have had a job months ago if I had computer or engineering qualifications. They need those people like crazy. Quick.. engineering through osmosis. Aaaaand... go!
Be well. We're half way through the week!
I was just looking online for work and I came to a roadblock. Well, what I call a roadblock (so it probably means it's not, really. Read: self-imposed). I was going to forward my resume to this company for a series of jobs they have in hospitality or kitchen help, etc. They asked usual information.. name, address, phone, CV, motivation (what we'd call a cover letter), etc. Then they also want a photo and your date of birth. Right, cause we all remember how well giving my age went last time. And photo? Really? Well, you can see their prorities. Not that I'm saying I feel I necessarily have anything to worry about, but I'm having a rough go as it is, so I don't need reason #563 of why someone won't hire me.
I've been applying for multiple jobs, anything English that I might be remotely qualified for. So far.. nadda. My dilemma is this: I don't want to apply for jobs that I'm over-qualified for, just in effort to get a job. I don't see why I should have to devalue myself, just to get money. And honestly, I've been doing that the last 20-some years I've been working, so I'm kind of tired of it. But you know the caveat with that... higher standards means less of a chance for a job. Which means we go longer without money. So.. what's a girl to do? Do I give them my photo and chance it? Do I take that cleaning job that I *really* don't want? Do I start at the bottom of an organization again?
I'm 38. Starting at the bottom, to me, is not an option... but #firstworldproblems (this is a jab at me) .. many immigrants all over the world take jobs they "don't want" and are very "over-qualified for", just to get an income (I once worked with a man in Toronto who was an engineer in India. A bloody brilliant one, too, but because of country-to-country qualifications, he'd have to take certain tests or something in Canada and they costed a LOT of money, so he wasn't able, so retail it was). So what am I whining about? Suck it up, princess.
Thing is, I'm not ready to yet. I'm not ready to accept less than I think I'm worth. That's quite a perception though, isn't it, and a hella risky one. Yet I continue to have faith something will come up when it's meant to but... how long will that last me? I have and feel an obligation to provide in this household, so when I'm not it feels like stress (almost more than everything I've just written).
To top it off, there have been external events the past few days that have caused even more stress and things are a little tense around here. Well, they're improving, but slowly and hesitantly. We're both very, very overwhemed, so I apologize if this feels like a 'heavy' or 'down' sort of post. Just trying to burrow through and make sense of anything else in the meantime. I'm making an active effort not to sink into a depression.
I'd like your feedback; how do you think I should approach jobs? I do not wish for you to comment on my mental state; it is something I won't apologize for and is a by-product of other situations, but any other thoughts are more than welcomed. Do I place value not in myself, but in the job itself.. it is what you make it after all. Or do I uphold my sense of self and sense of value and apply only for these kinds of jobs?
The stupid thing is, I would have had a job months ago if I had computer or engineering qualifications. They need those people like crazy. Quick.. engineering through osmosis. Aaaaand... go!
Be well. We're half way through the week!
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Jobs? What Jobs?
So.. I'm really not 100% happy with yesterday's post. I had a mix-mash of thoughts/emotions and I couldn't quite get them out and be as articulate as I would have preferred. Yet it was a start and I think it's helped force me make more decisions (mentally) about letting go of this 'protection dome' I've created around myself. I really need to let down all my defences (eek!) and get more involved in life. This is my silent battle.
Anyhoo, the point of this post was to show you what I'm up against for jobs. I believe when I first got here I told you I wasn't accepted for a job due to my age. This poster in a floral shop at the station is a prime example. Click to enlarge.
Anyhoo, the point of this post was to show you what I'm up against for jobs. I believe when I first got here I told you I wasn't accepted for a job due to my age. This poster in a floral shop at the station is a prime example. Click to enlarge.
It says, "We are looking for an enthusiastic sales person/flower arranger (for lack of better translation), for 20 hours a week, must live in Leeuwarden. Age +/- 16 up to 19 years. Interested? Contact... yada yada yada.. "
Bah. It's all crap. Everyone around here is used to it but I sure as hell ain't yet. It's all about money. Just wanted to show you that so you see for yourself that I'm not crazy :)
I'm heading to the gym after lunch, coming home, having a quick shower and heading to the retirement home after. Wish me luck!
Friday, September 20, 2013
Maple Syrup. Not.
I've been on a feverish lookout for maple syrup. REAL maple syrup. Turns out it doesn't exist here.. and if it does, it's very rare.
I was browsing a (now favourite) health food store and low and behold - the gates of heaven opened. There it was on the shelf, with the familiar-looking tin. Real maple syrup. From Canada. Hell yeah. I picked that sucker up. €16 (500ml).
I came home and was all happy and excited and told W. of my purchase. I made pancakes the following Sunday morning just to celebrate.
With caution and intent, I placed one pancake on my plate, put on some butter, drizzled the syrup, cut into them and took my first bite. First... I was content. Happy. A familiar taste. But wait, what's that? It tastes a bit different. *Way* sweeter than I'm used to.
Yeah. I didn't entirely notice the front (I blame tunnel vision). Grade: C+. As in.. not the prime maple syrup you're used to buying from the store (most likely, in that area) or your market vendor. It's the last pick of the season. Probably over-boiled. There's also a more sharp smell to it, if that makes any sense. You can smell the sugar.
So.. I'm sad. I'm going to have to ask for Canadian Maple Syrup supplies just to live :P I have a plan, though. To import it, maybe make a little money and show the Dutch what *real* syrup is ;) Doing research at the moment and we'll see what the process holds.
Wish me luck!
I was browsing a (now favourite) health food store and low and behold - the gates of heaven opened. There it was on the shelf, with the familiar-looking tin. Real maple syrup. From Canada. Hell yeah. I picked that sucker up. €16 (500ml).
I came home and was all happy and excited and told W. of my purchase. I made pancakes the following Sunday morning just to celebrate.
With caution and intent, I placed one pancake on my plate, put on some butter, drizzled the syrup, cut into them and took my first bite. First... I was content. Happy. A familiar taste. But wait, what's that? It tastes a bit different. *Way* sweeter than I'm used to.
Yeah. I didn't entirely notice the front (I blame tunnel vision). Grade: C+. As in.. not the prime maple syrup you're used to buying from the store (most likely, in that area) or your market vendor. It's the last pick of the season. Probably over-boiled. There's also a more sharp smell to it, if that makes any sense. You can smell the sugar.
So.. I'm sad. I'm going to have to ask for Canadian Maple Syrup supplies just to live :P I have a plan, though. To import it, maybe make a little money and show the Dutch what *real* syrup is ;) Doing research at the moment and we'll see what the process holds.
Wish me luck!
Friday, July 19, 2013
Discouraged, Pt. II
It gets worse.
After talking to a couple people yesterday about said events, it turns out it's true about the age thing. Apparently there are different pay scales per age, and since I'm not, say, 19, they can't get away with paying me minimum wage; there are different pay scales for someone who's 19, 30 or even 40.
Okay.. let's just try to wrap our heads around that for a minute.
They technically aren't allowed to ask me for my age, but they have to in order to know what to pay me?
What?
W. told me it's original intention when it came out (why it was changed to this), but I forget what it is. When he got home last night, I got the sweet, "Honeeeey, I'm hooome." and he walks in the kitchen where I've got a scowl on my face and I said a brief, "Hello." "What happened?" he instantly asks. "Oh, fine country you live in!" and I start yelling. Poor chap. He let me vent and then he made me put the dishes down (that I was subsiquently throwing around with my anger) and took me in his arms for a hug... and I cried. It was all too much to process. So... now I have to prove myself harder in a country that doesn't know me nor is familiar with the places I've worked? No pressure. AND they want me to just be okay with this process, put aside my principles and bend over and take it up the ass because that's what everyone else does? Oh hell no.
It's a good thing I work better under pressure, cause right now I'm just pissed. For a country that touts equality, this is very unequal of them. I'm sure there's a positive in here somewhere, I'm just not sure where it is yet. So this is how it's going to go: I'll apply for jobs and if I get asked again for my age I'll bite my tongue from saying, "What the f*** business is it of yours?" and politely ask them if they're interested in my skills or not. If they evade the question, I move on. I'm not compromising.
In reality, they're not allowed to ask me that; it's still age discrimination (and I could have reported them), but because it's been changed, they're using that to their advantage... and trying to get away with it. They're supposed to hire you on your abilities, and the formalities (pay scale per age) come later, with the paperwork. The sad thing is, it was a measly dishwashing position, but I would have put a lot of hard work and experience into their kithen, hoping to slowly move up the ranks. Instead, they're sacrificing experience for cheap labour, choosing to hire inexperienced young'uns in their kitchen. A foolish business mistake, if you ask me, when you're trying to open a new restaurant. I have a right mind to call her back and tell her what a fool she's being. But what do I know.
That's enough for today. I'm going to try to keep myself occupied until W. comes home, which won't be a moment too soon. I'm feeling a little down-trodden. I will however, enclose a picture of our balcony :) It's still not exactly how I want it, but still it's cosy and a welcoming place to sit when the sun isn't high.
It's Friday!
After talking to a couple people yesterday about said events, it turns out it's true about the age thing. Apparently there are different pay scales per age, and since I'm not, say, 19, they can't get away with paying me minimum wage; there are different pay scales for someone who's 19, 30 or even 40.
Okay.. let's just try to wrap our heads around that for a minute.
They technically aren't allowed to ask me for my age, but they have to in order to know what to pay me?
What?
W. told me it's original intention when it came out (why it was changed to this), but I forget what it is. When he got home last night, I got the sweet, "Honeeeey, I'm hooome." and he walks in the kitchen where I've got a scowl on my face and I said a brief, "Hello." "What happened?" he instantly asks. "Oh, fine country you live in!" and I start yelling. Poor chap. He let me vent and then he made me put the dishes down (that I was subsiquently throwing around with my anger) and took me in his arms for a hug... and I cried. It was all too much to process. So... now I have to prove myself harder in a country that doesn't know me nor is familiar with the places I've worked? No pressure. AND they want me to just be okay with this process, put aside my principles and bend over and take it up the ass because that's what everyone else does? Oh hell no.
It's a good thing I work better under pressure, cause right now I'm just pissed. For a country that touts equality, this is very unequal of them. I'm sure there's a positive in here somewhere, I'm just not sure where it is yet. So this is how it's going to go: I'll apply for jobs and if I get asked again for my age I'll bite my tongue from saying, "What the f*** business is it of yours?" and politely ask them if they're interested in my skills or not. If they evade the question, I move on. I'm not compromising.
In reality, they're not allowed to ask me that; it's still age discrimination (and I could have reported them), but because it's been changed, they're using that to their advantage... and trying to get away with it. They're supposed to hire you on your abilities, and the formalities (pay scale per age) come later, with the paperwork. The sad thing is, it was a measly dishwashing position, but I would have put a lot of hard work and experience into their kithen, hoping to slowly move up the ranks. Instead, they're sacrificing experience for cheap labour, choosing to hire inexperienced young'uns in their kitchen. A foolish business mistake, if you ask me, when you're trying to open a new restaurant. I have a right mind to call her back and tell her what a fool she's being. But what do I know.
That's enough for today. I'm going to try to keep myself occupied until W. comes home, which won't be a moment too soon. I'm feeling a little down-trodden. I will however, enclose a picture of our balcony :) It's still not exactly how I want it, but still it's cosy and a welcoming place to sit when the sun isn't high.
It's Friday!
Thursday, July 18, 2013
Discouraged
So.. there was an advertisement for jobs (dishwashing and waitressing) at this Italian fine-dining restaurant in Groningen (close to church, actually). My eyes lit up as I peered through the windows onto the tables set with crisp white and beige linens, glass decanters for oil and shiny salt and pepper shakers (grind your own!). I wanted that job. I took a picture of the sign/contact information posted and .. did nothing with it. I'm already having language barriers, how can I possibly jump into a job not yet being fluent in Dutch?
We were in Groningen last week and passed by it again on the way to Mass. Again, I stuck my face to their window. Again, not ready to make that call.
Today, almost 2 weeks later, I made the call. It went something like this....
"Hoi, /name/?" (Hello, /name of contact/)
They said "Ja". I said, "Do you speak English?" (which I could have easily asked in Dutch, but didn't).
"Nee, Nederlands." (no, Dutch) - which already tells you they understand English, btw.
I asked for the other contact that was posted. She spoke English. I told her I was interested in the dishwashing job.
"How old are you?"
Slightly taken aback (okay, a lot. I was in shock, actually, lets not lie. You'd get shit if you asked that of anyone in Canada), but told her.
"Oh, well, we already have enough dishwashers. The day we put the sign up, we got like.. 10 people calling".
THEN TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING SIGN. *huff*
"Right. Well, I'll try and call back later. Thanks!"
Am I calling again? HELLS no. Why? Age discrimination and.. I have a funny feeling language discrimination. Which is crap, because everyone in Groningen speaks English to some degree. They don't know my story. They don't know my language abilities. Did they ask either of those? No.
So on one hand I think their insensitive jerks and if they're like that, I don't want to work for them anyways. On the other, I'm heartbroken and getting a reality check on what it's going to be like looking for work. Something so small and "insignificant" has made me so upset. Do I need to start working right away? No. Will it help with things? Most definitely.
So.. I take some time for myself, then I press on.
We were in Groningen last week and passed by it again on the way to Mass. Again, I stuck my face to their window. Again, not ready to make that call.
Today, almost 2 weeks later, I made the call. It went something like this....
"Hoi, /name/?" (Hello, /name of contact/)
They said "Ja". I said, "Do you speak English?" (which I could have easily asked in Dutch, but didn't).
"Nee, Nederlands." (no, Dutch) - which already tells you they understand English, btw.
I asked for the other contact that was posted. She spoke English. I told her I was interested in the dishwashing job.
"How old are you?"
Slightly taken aback (okay, a lot. I was in shock, actually, lets not lie. You'd get shit if you asked that of anyone in Canada), but told her.
"Oh, well, we already have enough dishwashers. The day we put the sign up, we got like.. 10 people calling".
THEN TAKE DOWN THE FUCKING SIGN. *huff*
"Right. Well, I'll try and call back later. Thanks!"
Am I calling again? HELLS no. Why? Age discrimination and.. I have a funny feeling language discrimination. Which is crap, because everyone in Groningen speaks English to some degree. They don't know my story. They don't know my language abilities. Did they ask either of those? No.
So on one hand I think their insensitive jerks and if they're like that, I don't want to work for them anyways. On the other, I'm heartbroken and getting a reality check on what it's going to be like looking for work. Something so small and "insignificant" has made me so upset. Do I need to start working right away? No. Will it help with things? Most definitely.
So.. I take some time for myself, then I press on.
Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Transitions
I'm taking a bit of rare quiet time this morning to touch base with y'all; maybe do a bit of reflection and let you know how things are going in my headspace.
I'm a myriad of emotions right now: happy, excited, sad, stressed, anxious (more the good than the bad kind), scared, eager. The list goes on. It also varies per day. Sometimes even per hour (I wish I was joking). I also can't seem to keep two thoughts in my head at the same time. Seriously. Also not joking.
This is my final week at work and it's a bittersweet one. I've said goodbye to a couple co-workers already around the hospital. Yesterday was a bit difficult (having to say goodbye to a direct co-worker, someone I work close to). Thursday-Sunday are my last shifts. I've spent over 5 years in that hospital (when I wasn't sure I'd stay more than a couple) and as much as there were times I didn't like some of my co-workers whether I like it or not, they've helped shaped who I am. They've contributed to my personality, my work ethic (this is a big one), my mannerisms, changing how I interact with people in business. They've helped shape *who I am* and I've sort of become pretty proud of that person, so I'm very grateful for these experiences and the people who've contributed to them. So yeah, it'll be hard to say goodbye.
My stuff. Ugh. Getting rid of/selling/donating etc my personal items has been one of the most difficult processes. I'm getting a hard lesson in pride, let me tell you. Lesson #1 - Your material items hold no monetary value after ownership, and when you go to sell them, people want even less than that. Lesson #2 - You will never, ever, EVER get what you a) want for it or b) deem the item to be worth. Lesson #3 - It might actually put you off from ever possessing new things in the future. At least, for the short term. I mean, seriously... what I've amended in the past about my attachment to material items, has again been revamped to want even less than before. Why? What's the point? Why do I want to hang onto something that will no longer serve me in the future? Why do I want something taking up space that can be used for something more purposefully? This is all coming at a convenient time of moving to a country that believes in minimalism and small spaces because they don't own a lot of things and recognize THEY DON'T NEED TO. They already have the mentality that I'm just adapting.
I'm going to sit with that for now; have to get ready for a breakfast date with a nurse friend. Hope y'all are having a good Tuesday :)
P.S - 28 days!
I'm a myriad of emotions right now: happy, excited, sad, stressed, anxious (more the good than the bad kind), scared, eager. The list goes on. It also varies per day. Sometimes even per hour (I wish I was joking). I also can't seem to keep two thoughts in my head at the same time. Seriously. Also not joking.
This is my final week at work and it's a bittersweet one. I've said goodbye to a couple co-workers already around the hospital. Yesterday was a bit difficult (having to say goodbye to a direct co-worker, someone I work close to). Thursday-Sunday are my last shifts. I've spent over 5 years in that hospital (when I wasn't sure I'd stay more than a couple) and as much as there were times I didn't like some of my co-workers whether I like it or not, they've helped shaped who I am. They've contributed to my personality, my work ethic (this is a big one), my mannerisms, changing how I interact with people in business. They've helped shape *who I am* and I've sort of become pretty proud of that person, so I'm very grateful for these experiences and the people who've contributed to them. So yeah, it'll be hard to say goodbye.
My stuff. Ugh. Getting rid of/selling/donating etc my personal items has been one of the most difficult processes. I'm getting a hard lesson in pride, let me tell you. Lesson #1 - Your material items hold no monetary value after ownership, and when you go to sell them, people want even less than that. Lesson #2 - You will never, ever, EVER get what you a) want for it or b) deem the item to be worth. Lesson #3 - It might actually put you off from ever possessing new things in the future. At least, for the short term. I mean, seriously... what I've amended in the past about my attachment to material items, has again been revamped to want even less than before. Why? What's the point? Why do I want to hang onto something that will no longer serve me in the future? Why do I want something taking up space that can be used for something more purposefully? This is all coming at a convenient time of moving to a country that believes in minimalism and small spaces because they don't own a lot of things and recognize THEY DON'T NEED TO. They already have the mentality that I'm just adapting.
I'm going to sit with that for now; have to get ready for a breakfast date with a nurse friend. Hope y'all are having a good Tuesday :)
P.S - 28 days!
Friday, April 12, 2013
Counting Down
TWEE nachtjes slapen! (TWO more sleeps!)
Eek!
..On an unrelated note, when the universe sees that you need to slow down, it will indeed force you to slow down. I burned myself at work today. Hot/boiling water down the front of my chest (don't ask). I'm fine. We acted soon enough to prevent second degree burns (though that will be verified tomorrow). Geez. You can't take me anywhere. Pros about working in a hospital. So, I will be taking it easy the next 24 hrs. When I need to be most busiest. *sigh* Such is life.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Farmers Market?
In the beginning of October the gentleman (executive chef) who runs the cafeteria adjacent to our kitchen at work is hosting a Farmers Market for the hospital. One has the option of getting a table ($20 fee, payable to ...something or other; some department or fund). He suggested I do some baking and get a table and earn a few bucks.
It's a nice idea and the income (post costs) would go towards what will now be called my Europe Fund. I'm asking myself a lot of questions; what would I bake? How can I keep costs low and income high? Do I have the time and/or energy for this? How do I decide prices? Low enough to entice purchase but high enough to generate income.
What are your thoughts? What else should I be asking myself? What would you do?
I would definitely do some French Baking, and especially some Gluten Free stuff. I'd rather not bake ahead too much and freeze, as it compromises the taste of the final product, though I might not have a choice. I'm not going to do pies and stuff like that; they're too common. Mind you, I might sell slices (or whole?) of something like my Raspberry Almond Clafoutis, Blackberry Butter Cake, Tart au Citron, things like that. Cookies, maybe, but that might go under the GF category.
I have to be careful because October will be here before I know it, so I'd have to decide fast. Don't be afraid to throw any thoughts or ideas my way! Thanks!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Phew
Well, I'm writing sooner than I thought I would. Isn't it typical, I say I'm taking some time off, then write the next day. Ah well. Hi! :) I guess I haven't written cause I don't know where to start, there's been so much going on. So... I guess I'll just pick a topic and go from there.
I've been getting back in the kitchen lately, which feels SO good. I haven't baked much over the summer. With the heat, it was just too much, y'know? ..despite having an A/C. The other day a la French, I made a Blackberry Butter Cake. It turned out horribly. I mean, it was edible for the most part, but I forgot a step and.. bleh. Anyways, it's just another excuse to make it again :)
I've come across a few sites/articles I wanted to share because I thought they had some element in them that I agreed with, identified with or thought should come to light.
HP's We Respect Our iPhones More Than Our Elders (which, doesn't really mention personal devices at all, so much as getting and giving back to seniors).
Hp's 7 Laws of Fearless Living. I *loved* the points in this. Good to think about as you consider your current position in life.
CBC's Tropicana Orange Juice lawsuits question 'natural' status.CZ CS, this ties in to something we were talking about before. Folks, if it's important to you, know that the o.j on the shelf isn't as pure as you may have thought it to be. But then, we shouldn't be surprised. If you can afford to juice, do it.
HP's What's in your God Box? Hmm... I'm going to let you read this one on your own.
Random, but The Traveler's Lunchbox, The Well-Salted Tart. I want to make this. AR, I think you would be happy if I did, so I'll get back to you ;)
Ah! This was an interesting site; Wheat Belly (linked to About the Author which kind of gives the synopsis of what he's about) which exposes thoughts on wheat and the detriments it's causing to our health.. and depending on your current nutrition beliefs, you may (or may not, but I'm not sure how) agree with.
lifehacker's The Snarky Voice in Your Head is Killing Your Productivity; Here's How to Stop It. I liked this, too, and have often found myself guilty (so often! eek!) of the negative inner voice and this will cause you to be mindful of curbing your "inner asshole". Or at least, bring it to your attention and you can decide what you want to do. (C'mon.. tell me you're not guilty of some of these points.)
This is a blog post on how to Scare Yourself Every Day, if you're into personal challenges or need a kick in the arse for motivation to try something different. This may or may not be for you.
HP's Tithing In Canada: Churchgoers Divided Over Donating Percentage of Their Income. An interesting read about tithing rules, practices, beliefs of different denominations. The statistics are interesting.
Wow! That was a lot I had saved up, eh? I'd be interested what you thought of any of them.
The only other thing I have to write about is a new love; a dear friend of mine whom I've known for a few years. The catch? (..cause there's always one in Jody's life) He's in Europe. Which means I have a helluva'n adventure ahead of me if it works out. I hope it does :) Think positive, people! :)
Due to possible impending move, I've been trying to adapt to a more minimalist way of living. Not that I have a lot of stuff or am materialistic, but am second-thinking purchases. Oh.. ha.. except for this. Well, it didn't even cost me anything, but I have to show you; with my airmiles I saved up, I got a new Henckels knife set. It's so pretty. It's sitting on my counter, constantly whispering every day, "Use me!"
I'm applying for a new job and need your positive thoughts for that, too! It's in a kitchen in a higher-end hotel in the city; I'm really feeling pulled towards it.
That's all for now. I need to make me some lunch. Hope the week is treating you well. I'll be hitting up the Jazz Festival this weekend with a couple friends (including a close friend coming in from out of town) and I can't wait. My favourite time of year.
I've been getting back in the kitchen lately, which feels SO good. I haven't baked much over the summer. With the heat, it was just too much, y'know? ..despite having an A/C. The other day a la French, I made a Blackberry Butter Cake. It turned out horribly. I mean, it was edible for the most part, but I forgot a step and.. bleh. Anyways, it's just another excuse to make it again :)
I've come across a few sites/articles I wanted to share because I thought they had some element in them that I agreed with, identified with or thought should come to light.
HP's We Respect Our iPhones More Than Our Elders (which, doesn't really mention personal devices at all, so much as getting and giving back to seniors).
Hp's 7 Laws of Fearless Living. I *loved* the points in this. Good to think about as you consider your current position in life.
CBC's Tropicana Orange Juice lawsuits question 'natural' status.
HP's What's in your God Box? Hmm... I'm going to let you read this one on your own.
Random, but The Traveler's Lunchbox, The Well-Salted Tart. I want to make this. AR, I think you would be happy if I did, so I'll get back to you ;)
Ah! This was an interesting site; Wheat Belly (linked to About the Author which kind of gives the synopsis of what he's about) which exposes thoughts on wheat and the detriments it's causing to our health.. and depending on your current nutrition beliefs, you may (or may not, but I'm not sure how) agree with.
lifehacker's The Snarky Voice in Your Head is Killing Your Productivity; Here's How to Stop It. I liked this, too, and have often found myself guilty (so often! eek!) of the negative inner voice and this will cause you to be mindful of curbing your "inner asshole". Or at least, bring it to your attention and you can decide what you want to do. (C'mon.. tell me you're not guilty of some of these points.)
This is a blog post on how to Scare Yourself Every Day, if you're into personal challenges or need a kick in the arse for motivation to try something different. This may or may not be for you.
HP's Tithing In Canada: Churchgoers Divided Over Donating Percentage of Their Income. An interesting read about tithing rules, practices, beliefs of different denominations. The statistics are interesting.
Wow! That was a lot I had saved up, eh? I'd be interested what you thought of any of them.
The only other thing I have to write about is a new love; a dear friend of mine whom I've known for a few years. The catch? (..cause there's always one in Jody's life) He's in Europe. Which means I have a helluva'n adventure ahead of me if it works out. I hope it does :) Think positive, people! :)
Due to possible impending move, I've been trying to adapt to a more minimalist way of living. Not that I have a lot of stuff or am materialistic, but am second-thinking purchases. Oh.. ha.. except for this. Well, it didn't even cost me anything, but I have to show you; with my airmiles I saved up, I got a new Henckels knife set. It's so pretty. It's sitting on my counter, constantly whispering every day, "Use me!"
Ooooh.... ahhhh.... teh pretty.. (thanks to AC for photoshop)
I'm applying for a new job and need your positive thoughts for that, too! It's in a kitchen in a higher-end hotel in the city; I'm really feeling pulled towards it.
That's all for now. I need to make me some lunch. Hope the week is treating you well. I'll be hitting up the Jazz Festival this weekend with a couple friends (including a close friend coming in from out of town) and I can't wait. My favourite time of year.
Monday, July 30, 2012
Gah!
That's it, I'm not going to ask how patients are anymore.
Hello.
Here is your food.
Goodbye.
*sigh*
Hello.
Here is your food.
Goodbye.
*sigh*
Sunday, July 29, 2012
A Question Of Life
This is a bit heavy for introspection on a Sunday morning; I meant to write this last night but.. well.. forgot. After work I kicked back with a movie and headed straight to bed. So.. today it shall be.
I had a patient last night who didn't eat their dinner. Nursing requested a substitution that I had to get approval for before delivering. They were on a special diet - DMMOD, K50, PRO50, NA100 (no added sugar, low salt, low protein and potassium). I called nursing to ask what they had/hadn't eaten on their tray to take in account for the carbs (I have to match carb level on the original tray). Nursing said they were just diagnosed fully palliative (whatever you have is going to kill you, you're at end-of-life care), so they can eat what they want (at lunch they had ice cream!) :) So.. cool.. I brought the requested item/substitution.
My question is this.... if you were diagnosed palliative, would you still respect your body and eat properly, or would you go full out? Don't answer what you morally think you would answer, but answer the way you think you would *actually* act. Hmm.. got you thinking, don't I? I don't know the diagnosed time limit for that patient, so we'll leave that open (could be 6 months, could be 2 years). What are you asking yourself? What are your parameters? Would you eat whatever you wanted? Would you still eat within reason? Would you eat within reason and cheat sometimes? Are you highly medicated and without pain? I asked a couple of co-workers and I got interesting responses; one said if what they ate didn't provide physical discomfort they would cheat, but otherwise eat somewhat properly. Another said they would eat mostly properly and not go all out - if they did, what if that time limit extended to say.. 5 years? You wouldn't deserve those 5 years. Interesting. What do you think?
I also witnessed a patient fall this week. I hate that. It's heartbreaking. I get very upset very quickly when I see a fall. I don't know what it is; is it the body giving into involuntary actions resulting in hurt (usually, to some extent)? Is it not being able to help? I don't know. But it pains me.
I also had another incident with a patient; I was delivering HS Nourishments (bedtime snacks for diabetics) and walked into my pt's room (elderly) and she was crying. I could have easily just walked out. Maybe I should have. But.. I asked what was wrong (this isn't typical behaviour of said pt) and it turns out she just found out her husband has liver cancer. She was in shock. Visibly upset. Distraught. A lot of in-shock/just-received-bad-news rambling. So... I decided to drop everything I was doing and just... listen. Nothing existed outside of that room. She needed to talk to someone and I was the first person in that room after she heard the news. She went on about how her husband was such a good man and now she's going to have to live in a home because she can't live alone at home (she's on dialysis) and she lost her son to cancer at 34, to which she got more upset (ugh.. that one hit me. That's 2 years younger than me!). I prayed quickly while she was talking as to what I should do. So after I got her attention and got her to pause a minute, I gently told her not to put the horse before the cart and she doesn't know yet what his prognosis is, how advanced, etc. "That's true," she said and took a breath. Still upset, but not as.... freaking out like she was before. I stayed with her a couple more minutes, had a few words, and left. It was a little difficult to hold back my own tears, but I was able to. But man.. it stuck with me the rest of the night. Still does, really. She's Dutch and reminds me a lot of my gram. There is always someone in the hospital somewhere that will remind you of someone.. and that's good, it's humbling. It reminds you why you're there. You're helping to take care of someone's significant other (mother, father, aunt, sister, brother, cousin, friend or grandparent).
Well, on that note... I've gotta go to Mass! Sorry to leave you with something heavy. Will try to write lighter next time :) Have a good Sunday! Spend it with someone you care about, who cares about you.. or even do some self-care. You deserve it.
I had a patient last night who didn't eat their dinner. Nursing requested a substitution that I had to get approval for before delivering. They were on a special diet - DMMOD, K50, PRO50, NA100 (no added sugar, low salt, low protein and potassium). I called nursing to ask what they had/hadn't eaten on their tray to take in account for the carbs (I have to match carb level on the original tray). Nursing said they were just diagnosed fully palliative (whatever you have is going to kill you, you're at end-of-life care), so they can eat what they want (at lunch they had ice cream!) :) So.. cool.. I brought the requested item/substitution.
My question is this.... if you were diagnosed palliative, would you still respect your body and eat properly, or would you go full out? Don't answer what you morally think you would answer, but answer the way you think you would *actually* act. Hmm.. got you thinking, don't I? I don't know the diagnosed time limit for that patient, so we'll leave that open (could be 6 months, could be 2 years). What are you asking yourself? What are your parameters? Would you eat whatever you wanted? Would you still eat within reason? Would you eat within reason and cheat sometimes? Are you highly medicated and without pain? I asked a couple of co-workers and I got interesting responses; one said if what they ate didn't provide physical discomfort they would cheat, but otherwise eat somewhat properly. Another said they would eat mostly properly and not go all out - if they did, what if that time limit extended to say.. 5 years? You wouldn't deserve those 5 years. Interesting. What do you think?
I also witnessed a patient fall this week. I hate that. It's heartbreaking. I get very upset very quickly when I see a fall. I don't know what it is; is it the body giving into involuntary actions resulting in hurt (usually, to some extent)? Is it not being able to help? I don't know. But it pains me.
I also had another incident with a patient; I was delivering HS Nourishments (bedtime snacks for diabetics) and walked into my pt's room (elderly) and she was crying. I could have easily just walked out. Maybe I should have. But.. I asked what was wrong (this isn't typical behaviour of said pt) and it turns out she just found out her husband has liver cancer. She was in shock. Visibly upset. Distraught. A lot of in-shock/just-received-bad-news rambling. So... I decided to drop everything I was doing and just... listen. Nothing existed outside of that room. She needed to talk to someone and I was the first person in that room after she heard the news. She went on about how her husband was such a good man and now she's going to have to live in a home because she can't live alone at home (she's on dialysis) and she lost her son to cancer at 34, to which she got more upset (ugh.. that one hit me. That's 2 years younger than me!). I prayed quickly while she was talking as to what I should do. So after I got her attention and got her to pause a minute, I gently told her not to put the horse before the cart and she doesn't know yet what his prognosis is, how advanced, etc. "That's true," she said and took a breath. Still upset, but not as.... freaking out like she was before. I stayed with her a couple more minutes, had a few words, and left. It was a little difficult to hold back my own tears, but I was able to. But man.. it stuck with me the rest of the night. Still does, really. She's Dutch and reminds me a lot of my gram. There is always someone in the hospital somewhere that will remind you of someone.. and that's good, it's humbling. It reminds you why you're there. You're helping to take care of someone's significant other (mother, father, aunt, sister, brother, cousin, friend or grandparent).
Well, on that note... I've gotta go to Mass! Sorry to leave you with something heavy. Will try to write lighter next time :) Have a good Sunday! Spend it with someone you care about, who cares about you.. or even do some self-care. You deserve it.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Not Angry Anymore...and Ramble
So... I did some self-work and dove into why I am so bent on being a martyr. Lord knows it's not healthy, for me or the other person. I don't have an answer why (other than hypothesizing it relates to lack of control of things in my own life, though I don't think this is the entire reason) but I was able to detach from it. I realized I've taken on a mother/nurturing role with, in essence some ways, the entire world (or so I said it felt like I had the world on my shoulders). Having said that, I wasn't able to detach 'nurturing' from 'martyr'. In my head, they were the same thing. It's what I've been doing for 20-25 years and like I said, it's innate. But it doesn't mean it was right. So, I was able after a while to detach the two after a while and notice the difference. When I let go of being this.. martyr.. I mourned the loss of this thing I was so attached to. It was easy (I think because it was the right time), but painful. I was sad. Let me use a metaphor (I do like using metaphors, don't I?); when a mother 'loses' their child to adulthood, when they grow up and move out... it's sometimes difficult and sad, but also exciting. A new relationship dynamic occurs. So I'm going to do my best to look at it like that. When a friend tells me they're stressed about something in their life (that they have every reason to stress about), I will let go, smile and comfort.... from a distance. It's not for lack of love, it's for self-preservation. At least, until I find a new happy medium :) (P.S - does anyone know what The Church says about martyrdom? Not the "sacrificing yourself for the faith" type, but the "self-inflicting pain" type. Okay, maybe I just answered my own question. Crap.) Really, I make myself laugh sometimes. #dufus (Don't judge; sometimes we just need to hear things out loud) :)
I worked at the restaurant today; my first day shift. It went really well. It wasn't extremely busy, so I got some extra work done. Sweat my ass off. Didn't get to cook, though; there were enough people for that. Then after my shift I stepped outside (in the humidex temps of 35 C) and thought it was "nice" out. Ha, now I know I'm crazy.
I have concerns about my role in the restaurant industry. Or I should say, my health. I hate my body. I'm sorry, but I have to say it. It's so freakin' high maintenance, it makes working in a restaurant challenging. Like, really, really challenging. I go several hours without eating. I'm hypoglycemic! This is not good for a hypoglycemic. While the cooks "forage" (I was also encouraged to do so), it's difficult because I'm on the opposite side of the kitchen where the food is. Sometimes one of the cooks throws food my way, which I'm forever grateful for. But it's frustrating; when my sugar is low I a) lose energy and b) mental focus. The two absolute worst things you want to lose in such a job. So.. I don't know. I've told two key people in the kitchen about my health state and they'll help me when they can. Regardless, I'm a bit down and frustrated by it and haven't yet come up with a solution.
The weekend has been good so far. Last night I went to friend's (friends? what's proper grammar?) for dinner/fire. I wish I could spend more time in the country; I wasn't able to unwind as much as I would have preferred (no fault to them, just need more time in that sort of space). But.. we did have great food (as we always do when we get together). And who can pass up roasting marshmallows?
The lack of rain this summer has been a concern. We're not even getting a break from the heat; it's hot *every* day. I just wish there was rain for the farmers; they're losing so much this year.
Well, I think I'm done rambling. I'm going out shortly to a punk rock concert of various bands. I wanna get out and have some fun tonight. Have a beer, let my hair down.
Party on, dude.
I worked at the restaurant today; my first day shift. It went really well. It wasn't extremely busy, so I got some extra work done. Sweat my ass off. Didn't get to cook, though; there were enough people for that. Then after my shift I stepped outside (in the humidex temps of 35 C) and thought it was "nice" out. Ha, now I know I'm crazy.
I have concerns about my role in the restaurant industry. Or I should say, my health. I hate my body. I'm sorry, but I have to say it. It's so freakin' high maintenance, it makes working in a restaurant challenging. Like, really, really challenging. I go several hours without eating. I'm hypoglycemic! This is not good for a hypoglycemic. While the cooks "forage" (I was also encouraged to do so), it's difficult because I'm on the opposite side of the kitchen where the food is. Sometimes one of the cooks throws food my way, which I'm forever grateful for. But it's frustrating; when my sugar is low I a) lose energy and b) mental focus. The two absolute worst things you want to lose in such a job. So.. I don't know. I've told two key people in the kitchen about my health state and they'll help me when they can. Regardless, I'm a bit down and frustrated by it and haven't yet come up with a solution.
The weekend has been good so far. Last night I went to friend's (friends? what's proper grammar?) for dinner/fire. I wish I could spend more time in the country; I wasn't able to unwind as much as I would have preferred (no fault to them, just need more time in that sort of space). But.. we did have great food (as we always do when we get together). And who can pass up roasting marshmallows?
The lack of rain this summer has been a concern. We're not even getting a break from the heat; it's hot *every* day. I just wish there was rain for the farmers; they're losing so much this year.
Well, I think I'm done rambling. I'm going out shortly to a punk rock concert of various bands. I wanna get out and have some fun tonight. Have a beer, let my hair down.
Party on, dude.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Battle Wounds (some language)
Not all nights will be like this, right?
Worked at the restaurant tonight. Mental note: don't work at the restaurant Saturday nights. It was crazy-busy.. we were full up for a continuous 3-4 hours and I was working a *bit* slower than I usually do. Not sure why. Maybe because I had a lazy day at home? I get most of my energy at/after 4pm, so I should have kicked it into high gear. I did a bit, but apparently not enough. I was caught up the majority of the night until the end when they clean the entire kitchen of food (the restaurant is closed the next two days, so don't want food lying around)... so that means extra dishes. I got a bit of help, but keep in mind the help comes at a bit of a.. how can I say.. price. They shouldn't have to help me and I should be able to man my station on my own and I don't want to ask for help. Working in a kitchen is a very independent thing; everyone's got their own shit to do. I get told to hightail it because the dishes keep piling up. Then it goes like this....
"Can you please plate 4 granitas?" Oh sure, I'll just stop doing my 3 sinks of dishes
"When you have a moment, can you also clean under here?" A moment? A MOMENT?!?!?
Oh wait, I just burned myself, run your arm under hot water while you attempt to work on said 3 sinks of dishes.
I just sliced my index finger open on a metal pan and I shouldn't get it wet or it'll never close. Suuuuure.
"Sorry for getting on you Jody, but can you try not letting the dishes pile up?" THEN STOP MAKING FUCKING DISHES FOR ME TO WASH!!
Said burn...
I gotta tell ya, I hate burns more than anything on this planet. Hate 'em. I have no tolerance for them. For many, many other things... but burns. And getting burns in a kitchen is the worst place to have them, because you're always surrounded by hot stoves, ovens etc. and that just makes it worse. I feel for my coworkers; one of them had a real bad one tonight (from previous) and I've seen all their wounds. My sous chef said, "You're a real chef now" and gives me a nudge and a smile.. lol. She's cute. Yeah, I'll say I've made my initiation now. This was nothing; it was a light burn and nothing compared to what some of them have (but it's always the small ones that hurt the most!). So I can't complain.
So... I have to wash dishes for up to 3 active cooks, wait staff, and the full dining room of customers... and everyone needs everything at once (frying pans, covers for said pans, cutlery, dishes, glasses, pots and pans, etc etc ad nauseum). Then at the end of the night when everyone's gone home (except one front end staff who's finishing their night and usually waiting for me, to close up) I have to clean up after my own mess; scrub out the sinks, mop the floor, take out garbage, put last of odds & ends away, what have you. I'm sweating my ass off at this point because I can't doddle. As it was, I got out at midnight (not a bad time, considering).
But you know what? I can't really complain. I'm in the industry I want to be in and I have to earn my way. I know that. And I know there will be bad nights (I just didn't think it'd be so soon.. heh). I just wanted to vent a bit (so thanks for listening). ... and I might have put some vodka in my iced tea, as I sit here. Winding down at the end of the night is difficult and even taking a bath doesn't help (so I'm blogging to you peeps). Every bone in my body is aching, but it only proves I've worked an honest days' worth, and I'm okay with that. Shit, I'm telling you, I work half as much at the hospital and make twice as much. My perspective is suddenly changing. My PMS doesn't help; there was a point tonight I was crying on the inside. I just had a hard time with everything. Oh but hey! I tried a watermelon (cold) gazpacho soup...and I'm'a'gonna make it :) It was fabulous.
Anyways, it's 01:00 now and I'm tired as hell. I think I'm going to attempt sleep and hope I wake up in time for Mass tomorrow. If not, the good Lord will have to forgive me.
Worked at the restaurant tonight. Mental note: don't work at the restaurant Saturday nights. It was crazy-busy.. we were full up for a continuous 3-4 hours and I was working a *bit* slower than I usually do. Not sure why. Maybe because I had a lazy day at home? I get most of my energy at/after 4pm, so I should have kicked it into high gear. I did a bit, but apparently not enough. I was caught up the majority of the night until the end when they clean the entire kitchen of food (the restaurant is closed the next two days, so don't want food lying around)... so that means extra dishes. I got a bit of help, but keep in mind the help comes at a bit of a.. how can I say.. price. They shouldn't have to help me and I should be able to man my station on my own and I don't want to ask for help. Working in a kitchen is a very independent thing; everyone's got their own shit to do. I get told to hightail it because the dishes keep piling up. Then it goes like this....
"Can you please plate 4 granitas?" Oh sure, I'll just stop doing my 3 sinks of dishes
"When you have a moment, can you also clean under here?" A moment? A MOMENT?!?!?
Oh wait, I just burned myself, run your arm under hot water while you attempt to work on said 3 sinks of dishes.
I just sliced my index finger open on a metal pan and I shouldn't get it wet or it'll never close. Suuuuure.
"Sorry for getting on you Jody, but can you try not letting the dishes pile up?" THEN STOP MAKING FUCKING DISHES FOR ME TO WASH!!
Said burn...
I gotta tell ya, I hate burns more than anything on this planet. Hate 'em. I have no tolerance for them. For many, many other things... but burns. And getting burns in a kitchen is the worst place to have them, because you're always surrounded by hot stoves, ovens etc. and that just makes it worse. I feel for my coworkers; one of them had a real bad one tonight (from previous) and I've seen all their wounds. My sous chef said, "You're a real chef now" and gives me a nudge and a smile.. lol. She's cute. Yeah, I'll say I've made my initiation now. This was nothing; it was a light burn and nothing compared to what some of them have (but it's always the small ones that hurt the most!). So I can't complain.
So... I have to wash dishes for up to 3 active cooks, wait staff, and the full dining room of customers... and everyone needs everything at once (frying pans, covers for said pans, cutlery, dishes, glasses, pots and pans, etc etc ad nauseum). Then at the end of the night when everyone's gone home (except one front end staff who's finishing their night and usually waiting for me, to close up) I have to clean up after my own mess; scrub out the sinks, mop the floor, take out garbage, put last of odds & ends away, what have you. I'm sweating my ass off at this point because I can't doddle. As it was, I got out at midnight (not a bad time, considering).
But you know what? I can't really complain. I'm in the industry I want to be in and I have to earn my way. I know that. And I know there will be bad nights (I just didn't think it'd be so soon.. heh). I just wanted to vent a bit (so thanks for listening). ... and I might have put some vodka in my iced tea, as I sit here. Winding down at the end of the night is difficult and even taking a bath doesn't help (so I'm blogging to you peeps). Every bone in my body is aching, but it only proves I've worked an honest days' worth, and I'm okay with that. Shit, I'm telling you, I work half as much at the hospital and make twice as much. My perspective is suddenly changing. My PMS doesn't help; there was a point tonight I was crying on the inside. I just had a hard time with everything. Oh but hey! I tried a watermelon (cold) gazpacho soup...and I'm'a'gonna make it :) It was fabulous.
Anyways, it's 01:00 now and I'm tired as hell. I think I'm going to attempt sleep and hope I wake up in time for Mass tomorrow. If not, the good Lord will have to forgive me.
Thursday, June 28, 2012
The Weekend in the Big City
I thought I would try to write about last weekend before this weekend came up.
Went to Toronto with a friend to see the Roger Waters concert (Roger Waters performing The Wall, Live). He performed the entire movie/disc. It..was..FANTASTIC. Wow. Just.. wow. Love. Him. He had an actual wall built, which served both as a screen and of course, pertaining to The Wall, symbolism (it was made out of large cardboard, or some sort of paper) and naturally, it came down at the end. I was so mad at myself; I forgot my phone in the hotel room (stayed at the Delta Chelsea), so I couldn't take any pictures. My friend did, though, so I'll grab them from her. The music was fantastic, the sound was fantastic, Roger Waters doesn't sound any different and HE was fantastic. You can easily see how much of an anarchist he is. I couldn't say enough about the show. It's probably fair to say it was close to being sold out.
So on the way out of the show back to the hotel, we stop at the Fairmont Royal York because I have to use the washroom, I wasn't feeling well. We notice a wedding is going on (er.. the party afterwards). Keep in mind this is like.. I don't know.. 11 or so at night. So we walk up to the board outside the room that lists all the invitees, their table numbers, etc.. and what's the first thing we want to do? Crash the wedding. Oh yeah. We look at each other in contemplation. "If we weren't wearing jeans," I said. Totally should have. Would have made for a great story, getting kicked out of a wedding... AT the Royal York. Pfft.. besides, they'd be half-pissed at that point, who would've noticed? :P
We walked everywhere that weekend and I calculated we walked over 20km. No kidding ("No wonder we were tired," she said). Indeed. But, we hit up a few places; The Cookbook Store (for me) and I got to visit my 'ol buddy Tom at the army surplus (we used to work together). I got to show her Queen St. W. Sunday, so we walked there. We walked down Queen as far as Niagara St (w of Bathurst) and we hit a restaurant, Edulis, that was suggested to me by my (restaurant) boss. Please, if you're in the area and you can afford to go... go. It's a really cute place with fantastic people and a fantastic menu (French, Spanish influence). We walked back via King and hit up MEC; I haven't been in YEARS. Felt really good to be in again, though we didn't get far as it wasn't my friend's kind of store. As it was, she rushed me to choose a pack I was looking over (later purchased; so glad). We wanted to hit up the ROM or AGO, but we were running out of money. Keep in mind we were in Toronto for 2 full days; that's a lot of eating out.
All in all it was a good weekend, but it was nice to be home. I like visiting the city, but I'm usually just as happy to leave.
So.. it's going to heat up today and over the weekend. I hope you keep cool. Do you have any Canada Day plans? I don't have much planned for the weekend at all. Hit me up.
Oi! Did all you local yokels know about Market being open for a trial period on Wednesday nights (3-7?). Not as many vendors, but the essentials are there and it's nice not to have the crowds.
Oh, everything at the restaurant is going well! It's foreign to work in a place where you're a) well-liked and b) appreciated. I love the busy-ness, the energy. Sorry I haven't been updating, but things have been hella busy. It's an adjustment for me working two jobs, especially when they're at opposite hours. On a good note? I've already been offered full-time in the fall :) There are pros and cons with it and I'm not going to make any rush decisions. We'll see how the summer goes.
Stay cool, cats.
Went to Toronto with a friend to see the Roger Waters concert (Roger Waters performing The Wall, Live). He performed the entire movie/disc. It..was..FANTASTIC. Wow. Just.. wow. Love. Him. He had an actual wall built, which served both as a screen and of course, pertaining to The Wall, symbolism (it was made out of large cardboard, or some sort of paper) and naturally, it came down at the end. I was so mad at myself; I forgot my phone in the hotel room (stayed at the Delta Chelsea), so I couldn't take any pictures. My friend did, though, so I'll grab them from her. The music was fantastic, the sound was fantastic, Roger Waters doesn't sound any different and HE was fantastic. You can easily see how much of an anarchist he is. I couldn't say enough about the show. It's probably fair to say it was close to being sold out.
So on the way out of the show back to the hotel, we stop at the Fairmont Royal York because I have to use the washroom, I wasn't feeling well. We notice a wedding is going on (er.. the party afterwards). Keep in mind this is like.. I don't know.. 11 or so at night. So we walk up to the board outside the room that lists all the invitees, their table numbers, etc.. and what's the first thing we want to do? Crash the wedding. Oh yeah. We look at each other in contemplation. "If we weren't wearing jeans," I said. Totally should have. Would have made for a great story, getting kicked out of a wedding... AT the Royal York. Pfft.. besides, they'd be half-pissed at that point, who would've noticed? :P
We walked everywhere that weekend and I calculated we walked over 20km. No kidding ("No wonder we were tired," she said). Indeed. But, we hit up a few places; The Cookbook Store (for me) and I got to visit my 'ol buddy Tom at the army surplus (we used to work together). I got to show her Queen St. W. Sunday, so we walked there. We walked down Queen as far as Niagara St (w of Bathurst) and we hit a restaurant, Edulis, that was suggested to me by my (restaurant) boss. Please, if you're in the area and you can afford to go... go. It's a really cute place with fantastic people and a fantastic menu (French, Spanish influence). We walked back via King and hit up MEC; I haven't been in YEARS. Felt really good to be in again, though we didn't get far as it wasn't my friend's kind of store. As it was, she rushed me to choose a pack I was looking over (later purchased; so glad). We wanted to hit up the ROM or AGO, but we were running out of money. Keep in mind we were in Toronto for 2 full days; that's a lot of eating out.
All in all it was a good weekend, but it was nice to be home. I like visiting the city, but I'm usually just as happy to leave.
So.. it's going to heat up today and over the weekend. I hope you keep cool. Do you have any Canada Day plans? I don't have much planned for the weekend at all. Hit me up.
Oi! Did all you local yokels know about Market being open for a trial period on Wednesday nights (3-7?). Not as many vendors, but the essentials are there and it's nice not to have the crowds.
Oh, everything at the restaurant is going well! It's foreign to work in a place where you're a) well-liked and b) appreciated. I love the busy-ness, the energy. Sorry I haven't been updating, but things have been hella busy. It's an adjustment for me working two jobs, especially when they're at opposite hours. On a good note? I've already been offered full-time in the fall :) There are pros and cons with it and I'm not going to make any rush decisions. We'll see how the summer goes.
Stay cool, cats.
Thursday, June 14, 2012
"Yes, Chef!"
Okay, so I haven't been able to shout the inevitable words, "YES, CHEF!" yet, but it'll come. I mean, I'm just a dishwasher; they don't have much need for me. Yet.
The shift went very well. I was told, "You kicked it" among other various accolades by the end of the night. Right on. Cause dude.. I fell behind a couple times (more than a couple). I have a very small space to process a very large amount of dishes. Keep in mind I'm working *in* the kitchen with everyone else - which means I'm surrounded by heat, fast movements and a lot of noise. And I have to put away these dishes *while* they're working, dancing around them to get in and out to put something in place. It's crazy. Sometimes I couldn't get in to put things away and they had to pile up a bit. #OCD
The people were fantastic and welcomed me on whole-heartedly. We joked around a lot and they were completely open about letting me ask questions about what they were doing or letting me watch for a minute (at one point the executive chef was carving a veal heart - *so* interesting to watch, but I never got to ask what parts are served, go where, how prepared, etc. Not my cup of tea, but interesting, nonetheless.). And I was also served and offered absolutely fantastic food :)
Now, having said all that, I also have been forced very quickly to step out of my comfort zone (which, of course, is never comfortable). I'm soft spoken by nature, but you can't survive like that in a restaurant kitchen. If you don't tell someone, "Walking behind!", you or them are liable to get face-planted on a 500-degree burner and/or hotplate and/or open flame. Not my idea of a good time. The heat radiating off these surfaces is intense, just walking by. So in the name of safety, for my protection and those around me, I got very used to, very quickly saying, "Behind!". Also, there were times I had to re-direct dishes (from the servers, post-dinner consumption; when I have pans and hot items in the sink, we don't want dinner plates etc in there) and I had to tell them after a while to put them to the side. I was letting them ALL pile up until someone suggested otherwise.
I did minor food prep and did plate a few desserts. Easy.
I came home with an aching body. I could barely move. My feet sore, my hands aching from grabbing so many items. I hadn't eaten in hours. And I was absolutely giddy. Despite the craziness, feeling a bit out of sorts because it was a new environment... I felt comfortable. If I wasn't watching, I was listening. After a while I could feel the flow and have an idea what would be called when (for pickup). When I came home, I crashed. Heck, I don't even think I remembered to brush my teeth last night. I had a spoonful or two of yogurt and went to bed. Random side note; do you know how depressing it is to come home to a fridge filled with a) barely anything and b) less-than-stellar items after spending a few hours surrounded by French cuisine? I just stood at the fridge, door open and went, "Ugh." Closed it and walked away. I think I fell asleep before 1am.
I'm going to bake today; I've got some bananas to use up, so making bread. I can't complain too much about my state today; my body is a bit sore, but not much. Not used to all the work (I work hard at the hospital, but it's a different kind of work). My feet on the other hand...sore. I have a sensitive left ankle and I really should get orthotics. Maybe someday when I get more money.
I'm back Friday and officially on staff :)
Anyways, I'm rambling. Sorry. Thanks for listening. Wish me luck Friday - I'm going to have twice the amount of dishes and not a place to put them! :)
The shift went very well. I was told, "You kicked it" among other various accolades by the end of the night. Right on. Cause dude.. I fell behind a couple times (more than a couple). I have a very small space to process a very large amount of dishes. Keep in mind I'm working *in* the kitchen with everyone else - which means I'm surrounded by heat, fast movements and a lot of noise. And I have to put away these dishes *while* they're working, dancing around them to get in and out to put something in place. It's crazy. Sometimes I couldn't get in to put things away and they had to pile up a bit. #OCD
The people were fantastic and welcomed me on whole-heartedly. We joked around a lot and they were completely open about letting me ask questions about what they were doing or letting me watch for a minute (at one point the executive chef was carving a veal heart - *so* interesting to watch, but I never got to ask what parts are served, go where, how prepared, etc. Not my cup of tea, but interesting, nonetheless.). And I was also served and offered absolutely fantastic food :)
Now, having said all that, I also have been forced very quickly to step out of my comfort zone (which, of course, is never comfortable). I'm soft spoken by nature, but you can't survive like that in a restaurant kitchen. If you don't tell someone, "Walking behind!", you or them are liable to get face-planted on a 500-degree burner and/or hotplate and/or open flame. Not my idea of a good time. The heat radiating off these surfaces is intense, just walking by. So in the name of safety, for my protection and those around me, I got very used to, very quickly saying, "Behind!". Also, there were times I had to re-direct dishes (from the servers, post-dinner consumption; when I have pans and hot items in the sink, we don't want dinner plates etc in there) and I had to tell them after a while to put them to the side. I was letting them ALL pile up until someone suggested otherwise.
I did minor food prep and did plate a few desserts. Easy.
I came home with an aching body. I could barely move. My feet sore, my hands aching from grabbing so many items. I hadn't eaten in hours. And I was absolutely giddy. Despite the craziness, feeling a bit out of sorts because it was a new environment... I felt comfortable. If I wasn't watching, I was listening. After a while I could feel the flow and have an idea what would be called when (for pickup). When I came home, I crashed. Heck, I don't even think I remembered to brush my teeth last night. I had a spoonful or two of yogurt and went to bed. Random side note; do you know how depressing it is to come home to a fridge filled with a) barely anything and b) less-than-stellar items after spending a few hours surrounded by French cuisine? I just stood at the fridge, door open and went, "Ugh." Closed it and walked away. I think I fell asleep before 1am.
I'm going to bake today; I've got some bananas to use up, so making bread. I can't complain too much about my state today; my body is a bit sore, but not much. Not used to all the work (I work hard at the hospital, but it's a different kind of work). My feet on the other hand...sore. I have a sensitive left ankle and I really should get orthotics. Maybe someday when I get more money.
I'm back Friday and officially on staff :)
Anyways, I'm rambling. Sorry. Thanks for listening. Wish me luck Friday - I'm going to have twice the amount of dishes and not a place to put them! :)
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
Random Bits
Details have been ironed out and the first shift will be Wed., not Tues. Wish me luck!
The apartment was reading 85 this afternoon so I gave in and put in the A/C. When it gets that hot, I concede defeat and stop suffering. I'm trying it in the living room this time (vs my bedroom). I thought I would lose a bit of light, but it's not too bad, actually. I have lost plant space and that makes me a bit sad, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Besides, A/C means baking can happen!
We're done choir for the season now and will start back up in September. We were told what pieces we're singing for Christmas and Easter though, and I'm ecstatic. Christmas will be O Magnum Mysterium and Easter will be Allegri's Miserere. So. Excited. I'm really going to have to get vocal lessons (as planned) if I'm going to sing those, geez. On Sunday as a send-off we sang Ave Verum Corpus. It's pretty. Listen, if you feel so inclined. The two previous pieces will be challenging at best. A lot of work.
I've joined a committee at work; the Senior Friendly Hospital committee. Trying to make our hospital, of course, more senior friendly. June is our blitz month but we'll keep having meetings through the summer and do another push in the fall. I guess it's lining up with other LHIN's in the system. We'll even be converting a patient room to make it senior friendly. When seniors enter hospital they often go on a downward spiral, instead of up. We need to reassert their independence and get them on their way. Hospitals are holding tanks for seniors waiting for long term care, and in that wait they often get worse, taxing an already taxed system. We aren't ready for it. We will be in time, though, through slow conversion.
Well, best be off. Due for dinner at a friend's, who does some pretty damn good BBQing, if I do say so myself.
Stay cool, cats.
Saturday, June 9, 2012
A New Beginning
I got a new job today!!
I was introduced (it's a long story how and through who; a couple people, in fact) to a kitchen manager of an upscale French restaurant in town that conveniently just relocated around the corner from me - literally a few steps. We were introduced yesterday but agreed to meet to sit and talk today. It was maybe a 10-15 minute conversation. It all happened very fast. We're doing a trial shift Tuesday and if that goes well I'll have my first real shift Friday night (as it happens, they're short and need the extra body). I was shown the kitchen and she thinks she'll put me on once a week for now. It's perfect because I don't want to get inundated too quickly also having the hospital job.
The owner also popped in and out of conversation and at one point asked me flat out, "Are you crazy?".... pauses, with a fairly straight face I might add.... "Only crazy people get in the business." And I answered back with direct eye contact, also a straight face (and a tinge of smile), "Yes." :)
This man has learned and worked in Michelin-rated restaurants in Toronto, Montreal, the U.S and Europe. Hell yeah I wanna learn from him.
So when I left I was pretty damn excited. I might have shed a tear or two (happy tears) and when I got home I might have belted out a song... and maybe.. just maybe.. I might have screamed an emphatic, "Thank you, Jesus!" à la Sheldon Cooper :) *THIS* starts my restaurant and food career. Finally.
*sighs contently*
I was introduced (it's a long story how and through who; a couple people, in fact) to a kitchen manager of an upscale French restaurant in town that conveniently just relocated around the corner from me - literally a few steps. We were introduced yesterday but agreed to meet to sit and talk today. It was maybe a 10-15 minute conversation. It all happened very fast. We're doing a trial shift Tuesday and if that goes well I'll have my first real shift Friday night (as it happens, they're short and need the extra body). I was shown the kitchen and she thinks she'll put me on once a week for now. It's perfect because I don't want to get inundated too quickly also having the hospital job.
The owner also popped in and out of conversation and at one point asked me flat out, "Are you crazy?".... pauses, with a fairly straight face I might add.... "Only crazy people get in the business." And I answered back with direct eye contact, also a straight face (and a tinge of smile), "Yes." :)
This man has learned and worked in Michelin-rated restaurants in Toronto, Montreal, the U.S and Europe. Hell yeah I wanna learn from him.
So when I left I was pretty damn excited. I might have shed a tear or two (happy tears) and when I got home I might have belted out a song... and maybe.. just maybe.. I might have screamed an emphatic, "Thank you, Jesus!" à la Sheldon Cooper :) *THIS* starts my restaurant and food career. Finally.
*sighs contently*
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