I love working at the chefs table, I look forward to it and with everything going so well there it is making it extremely hard to stand school, both MATC and Walden. I am failing my AP US gov class, and not doing too hot in any of the other classes. At MATC I am having that great of a time, I can't afford any of the books that I need and I am not really getting along well with anyone. about three people from my first year class are in the second year class, and I did not really talk to any of them, the rest of them where all in Nancy morning class, so they all have this tight bond that I am not in.
Although I do feel like I am starting to get along with the two people I am in a group in (Roberto & Juan).
But Tonight I was doing a Catering Dinner, I had a hand in about 60% of every dish that went out, but the cool thing was that I worked the grill cooking all the steaks, needless to say there was a lot at steak with my job (pun intended. I cooked all of them great ( a couple where not perfect), but none of them came back, I felt great because I feel that I am needed at MATC when I do caterings, I am given big jobs and am left to do it without supervision, Which is nice because at chefs table I don't feel needed at all, I am useful, but not needed.
After the dinner (which we got done with at like seven thirty) Me and my ride went off and hung out with some of the other people that where at the catering. I hated the frozen yogurt shop that we went to (It was all colorful and happy). Although I was not really enjoying myself it was nice to be around people after work and blow off some steam, I don't do that at the chefs table, I am so much younger then everyone there that I would never really do anything not work related with them. After the frozen yogurt shop we went to one of the peoples houses and hung out and talked a little, her parents where also talking with us it was a little weird, but not that much. by the time that I got home it was about eleven thirty, but I am okay with that.
This was supposed to be a short post, but I guess not.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Monday, October 10, 2011
I think that I may be a masochist
I think that I may be a masochist because I have Just agreed to start working at MATC, I am on the payroll now. Don't get me wrong, YAY MONEY!!!! but this means that I am going to be going to high school, Culinary school, Internship at chefs table and working a catering job. And on top of that I somehow joined the basketball team at my school (I don't even like basketball.
I am hoping that when the time comes for me to ask for money from chef peter that getting paid at MATC will give me some extra leverage.
I am hoping that when the time comes for me to ask for money from chef peter that getting paid at MATC will give me some extra leverage.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
this week, saterday the 8th 2011
This week was a good one, Fryday was super busy and I got to work the line a little bit, but I also helped with the party that the chefs table was hosting, overall we had about 160 people on. They best part happened after service though. I was talking to Vance and he was saying how the hours where waying on him, he works lunch and dinner service every day with only a two hour break, 6 days a week. It is not hard to see how you could get burnt out being worked liked that, So I talked to chef peter as he was leaving, as I asked if i could "Lighten the load" A large smile came across his face and said a very enthusiastic yes, and seemed very happy. So it looks like I may be getting to work the line on more of a schedule, awwwwww...yeah. I am hoping that the more work I do on the line the sooner I will get paid.
Saturday, I was not needed as much, but there was a catering for a BYU football game, so I went to that with chef troy. I gave vance a ride home because I had the car, other then that It was a basic night.
Saturday, I was not needed as much, but there was a catering for a BYU football game, so I went to that with chef troy. I gave vance a ride home because I had the car, other then that It was a basic night.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
My First Week At The Chef's Table
Well the first week was eventful (considering that it has been me first real look into a real restaurant).
There was just one little hiccup that first day, I was supposed to a statement from my parents saying that they would not sue the restaurant if/when I hurt myself, I was just planning on having them write something on a spiral sheet, but on my way there my father that that it was a better idea to run to his office (with ten minutes till I was supposed to be there) and wrote something that seem to come from a lawyer. by the time we got out of his office we had five minutes left, luckily my father drives a slick black jaguar and was able to speed me there, right on time. when I opened the door the first person that I talked to was one of the chefs, troy. they kitchen was one of the smallest I have seen, with about two and a half feet in between the line and the pass, and a small back room for prep. after talking with troy about what I was expecting and about what I was going to do. after talking with troy he handed me off to a man named mark (or Marco), He was in charge of pantry. I was helping prep mostly, but I also paid close attention to the dishes.
After about the clock hit 4:00 Mark left for school (he attends the UVU culinary arts program). soon after the other pantry chef Vance arrived. I continued to prep and clean, still just getting used to the kitchen and the way it works. I left at about six - six thirty, due to the lack of things to prep by the end of the day.
I went in every day at about 9:00 - 9:30 AM, leaving around six. I later met the other chefs.
there is Romero, a Hispanic man who works the main line.
there is also Cameron, he works the grill, For some reason I feel that he is the one that i need to impress, don't know why though.
there is Emilio the dishwasher, he is from Mexico and dose not speak a lot of English, listening to him talk to the other chefs I have picked up a little more Spanish, but they are all insults.
and finally there is peter, the other chef and owner, the first thing he dose when he comes in is greet everyone in the restaurant enthusiastically, he is a very happy person and seems to be a great chef.
The kitchen dynamic is strange to say the lest (in my opinion that is a good thing) and seemingly random times the kitchen staff may make some sort of animal sounds or cartoonish laughter. There is also a surprisingly lot of ass-grabbing, between the men. I guess the small kitchen dose stuff to you, it is all playful though (no homo).
I have loved my first week at the chefs table, i am so lucky to have gotten this.
There was just one little hiccup that first day, I was supposed to a statement from my parents saying that they would not sue the restaurant if/when I hurt myself, I was just planning on having them write something on a spiral sheet, but on my way there my father that that it was a better idea to run to his office (with ten minutes till I was supposed to be there) and wrote something that seem to come from a lawyer. by the time we got out of his office we had five minutes left, luckily my father drives a slick black jaguar and was able to speed me there, right on time. when I opened the door the first person that I talked to was one of the chefs, troy. they kitchen was one of the smallest I have seen, with about two and a half feet in between the line and the pass, and a small back room for prep. after talking with troy about what I was expecting and about what I was going to do. after talking with troy he handed me off to a man named mark (or Marco), He was in charge of pantry. I was helping prep mostly, but I also paid close attention to the dishes.
After about the clock hit 4:00 Mark left for school (he attends the UVU culinary arts program). soon after the other pantry chef Vance arrived. I continued to prep and clean, still just getting used to the kitchen and the way it works. I left at about six - six thirty, due to the lack of things to prep by the end of the day.
I went in every day at about 9:00 - 9:30 AM, leaving around six. I later met the other chefs.
there is Romero, a Hispanic man who works the main line.
there is also Cameron, he works the grill, For some reason I feel that he is the one that i need to impress, don't know why though.
there is Emilio the dishwasher, he is from Mexico and dose not speak a lot of English, listening to him talk to the other chefs I have picked up a little more Spanish, but they are all insults.
and finally there is peter, the other chef and owner, the first thing he dose when he comes in is greet everyone in the restaurant enthusiastically, he is a very happy person and seems to be a great chef.
The kitchen dynamic is strange to say the lest (in my opinion that is a good thing) and seemingly random times the kitchen staff may make some sort of animal sounds or cartoonish laughter. There is also a surprisingly lot of ass-grabbing, between the men. I guess the small kitchen dose stuff to you, it is all playful though (no homo).
I have loved my first week at the chefs table, i am so lucky to have gotten this.
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