Five Stars!!

I'm sorry, I'm sorry... i know it's been forever OK?!
so the restaurant... was intense. i was determined to walk in with my head held high, and just keep my hands in my pockets because they were shaking. The chef there was exactly as we had anticipated, mean as hell. he cussed everyone out in that kitchen within an inch of their life, or course i was the only woman in the kitchen (which secretly made me happy) everyone else was a huge strapping, tatted up guy. I knew right from that moment that i was going to have to kick ass at everything i did to earn respect... it was the only way, they expected me to fail, i could just see it in their eyes. so i did just that. it was valentines day dinner, so needless to say we were SLAMMED. orders were coming in from every direction, flames were spurting up ferociously, the f-bomb was being dropped more often than the words "order up" and i... yes i, was handling a 15 thousand dollar bucket of truffle foam. i garnished my head off. i started off on the bread station, slicing and arranging, then when they saw i could handle that, they moved me to Garede Manger (cold stuff, appetizers, salads, etc.) i whisked, and plated, and generally handed their asses too them... yes, i was on top of things.
my head was unusually clear, usually under pressure i have the mentality of a five year old, but that night, i could articulate ever single thing i was thinking. this was very useful, especially because without this i would not have been able to realize that this was NOT what i wanted to do. there in that busy kitchen, hearing the chef yell, and rant when things didn't go his way, i was struck by the strong certainty that this was not for me. cooking was... i loved that part... but the the five star kitchen atmosphere. I am now more sure than ever before that my career will be in either food photography, or a personal chef... or who knows, maybe I'll find some career hidden away in a corner that no one knows about. it's possible.
anyway, it was a night to remember, and after it was all said and done (1:00 in the morning) the chef took me aside and said, "have you ever worked in a fast paced kitchen before, because you did an amazing job tonight, and I'd like to have you back full time." Now i turned him down respectfully, thanking him profusely for the opportunity, but i walked out of that dimly lit restaurant filled with the sounds of clinking china with such a peace. i knew i had made the right decision. most of all, i was so relieved, and proud of the the fact that i walked in there and "did it." I DID IT! and i didn't screw it up either... I'm so glad i had the experience.
I was so tired that night i could hardly stand! everything on me hurt.

other than that ordeal i have been good, I am still missing home like crazy. I have signed up with a nanny agency because i found i would LOVE to do something like that, i could be like a personal chef as well!! i dodged a craigslist scammer, made a perfect Consumme, slept in until 12:00pm for the first time in my life, and had some REALLY good phone conversations.

so that's a quick update... I'm at school and sooo tired, so I'll write more later! oh, and I'm gonna post some pictures soon....

Ta Ta for now.