by cookrick on Mon Sep 03, 2007 5:35 am
I started cooking when I was 12. I missed most of my own birthday parties that never were, my own graduation party, all but one prom, every single holiday from 12 to 21, my parent's anniversaries from 12 to 17(they got divorced when I was 17), and now I see my fiancee, a server, at a different place, for about 12 hours a week.
Kitchens are not a job, they are a lifestyle!
When I first was a Sous, at 17, my day started by rising at 6 am, at work & WORKING by 715. Checking on the inventory, dating etc, then checking in the truckloads of new stock, checking to see what it was I had planned for the menu the week prior, going to the farmer's market for fresh stock that I could use and being sure my staff hadn't called in...yet.
Then being sure the pastry chef had what was needed and they were on course, the butchering was on it's way, making certain the fish on hand was still fresh and what in that area was ready to be a lunch special.
I could go on ad nauseum.
Help yourself before you make a judgment error.Read "Kitchen Confidential", you'll understand within 20 odd pages of what you might be facing. I am most definitely not trying to discourage you, but I will say that this life is not for many. I still question myself after 36 years on and off trying to put out the best covers I can. If you are absolutely in love with being the best cook you can be, fabulous you have my heart and soul for respect. On the other hand, this business breaks people, body, soul, and bank account. That's a reality. I have seen amazing chefs open places and close them with their tail between their legs and sipping straight hooch as they did it, their hands trembling from the Dt's. When it's great, it's better than great, when it sux, you can't dig a deeper hole.
Physical Therapists get paid well, never work a holiday, have superb health insurance and nice 401k's. They have ample emotional benefit's from their work, are less likely to commit suicide, have drug addictions or become raging alcoholics, but they'll never hear anyone praise the fruits of their labors like a cook will.
There are many foibles to being a chef/cook, but I can't think of a single thing I'd rather do, aside from being a gigolo, LMAO. Good Bloody Luck! Go4 your passion!
If it's slower or dumber than me, I'll cook it and eat it!