Boston, ha! My daughter graduated from college last year and is currently working in a very busy sandwich shop. If she doesn’t get out soon, she might follow a similar path as you:)
Boston, ha! My daughter graduated from college last year and is currently working in a very busy sandwich shop. If she doesn’t get out soon, she might follow a similar path as you:)
haha things could be worse. Working in restaurants teaches you everything you need to know. Rush hours are exciting, and the sense of triumph when it's over is exhilarating! For me, I never looked back.
Oh me too. If it wasn’t for all I learned in the kitchen/restaurant, I would never made a success of this life. It taught me a work ethic that influenced me and those around me in so many ways.
Ah! A fellow kitchen person! Maybe that's part of why I can so relate to your view of the world, and like your art so much.
My first job at 16 was washing dishes for a chef/owner who 25 years prior was the chef in my grandfather’s restaurant on Seneca Turnpike. He kept a loaded gun in the knife drawer, and sent me home every night with bruises up and down my arms and legs. Besides breaking for college, I remained in the business for 25 years until painting took over.
Oh you were long term! What were the bruises from? My arms were often covered with burns, especially whenever I was working a line. Eventually, I became The Boss, and the job became nearly all paperwork, which I did well, but hated.
I got my food start at 16 too. My father was an inspector for the department of health, and he got me my first job in a chicken broasting restaurant. I loved it. After getting one job in a restaurant, it's easy to get another, and another and ...
Yes it is! I got stuck like Stuckism:)
The bruises were from his punches. Up and down my legs and arms.
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Ok that's weird. What was he punching you for? Fun?