Working 95 hours a week and loving it…at least I used to…Sous Chef in five star restaurant

When I graduated High school, I had absolutely no idea what I wanted to do with the rest of my life, so I decided to piss my parents money away and fgo to college. After 3 unsuccessful years at the University of Florida, I began to work at a privately owned restaurant…and I absolutely adored it. I would go to work at 10-11, and bust my ass prepping, setting up stations, cooking the meals, and finally cleaning the kitchen. I would leave around 1 AM and go party…a great lifestyle when you are 18.

Not many people understand where their food comes from when they go out to eat at a nice restaurant. They figure that it’s Saturday night at 7:30, so let’s go grab a quick bite. No such thing…When I am trying to put out over 150 dinners an hour, each coming out wihthin seconds of another, with only 4 other cooks or chefs, there is just no way. But that doesn’t ease the screaming of managers, chefs, servers, busboys…”where is table 200, I need it f***ing 10 minutes ago you useless piece of shi*!!!” Imagine your boss at your nice comfy day job calling you a piece of shit and you have to swallow it for the next three hours because you need to sell the 35 pasta dishes coming from your station. Thick skin? I call it Armor…

There is good though…I have free reign to do what I deem is the most important, noone staring at me over my shoulder, telling me I don’t know what I am doing (this is where I DO freak out, because I am VERY good at what I do). This is a very highly skilled job, if you need to do volume as well as good looking food. Stay away if you can’t handle 21 days in a row, working 12-14 hours per day, because that is how “the life” is. Oh, and if you don’t like the hours, the pay sucks, too.