What has my life of cooking so-so food in the belly of a full-sized movie theater done? Stolen my soul, made me slightly bitter, paid the bills and helped me meet people.
My second, recently-started gig has already cost me hours of allegedly needed sleep, and recently, a bit of skin off my right hand (I'll elaborate more on that soon).
Right now, I'm still standing at the threshold of this stange, mad world, fueled by desire to work my ass off, a couple of connections, and a dog-eared copy of Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential, which, by the way, you must read at some point.
How this may play out is entirely beyond me. In time, I'll explain myself, and the oddities of my jobs and kitchen life as a whole. Or who knows, maybe I'll bail, and work in a call center. But that would be far less intriguing, wouldn't it?
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