Posts tagged ‘Rebekah’

The Cool Kids Do It

Tonight was my first time on 3 in a looooong time. I could definitely tell it had been a while, and I was still trying to make things click way into the evening. Sigh. This is what happens when I get too comfortable hanging out in my happy little cocoon :/

Some friends from school came in to eat and sat at the Chef’s Table, which was pleasant. Elliot was super nice and sent them anchovies and crostini, where I probably would’ve maybe sent them whitefish (cos it’s pretty and delicious) but I didn’t because 1) I can’t just make that snap judgement when it’s not my place and 2) I’m not that nice, even to my own friends. Besides, we were friends from school. They aren’t even my best friends. But they did bring two 6-packs of Modelo and some Doritos so I’m grateful for that. Anyway, it started picking up and it got a little harder to talk to them. I’m not one of those people that can talk and cook at the same time. Oh well, it’s not like I want to be the next Food Network Star. (*scoff*) Luckily, these two were able to read the air and decided to leave. I was a tiny bit sad to see them go but indifferent afterwards. I have problems with this weird pressure to “entertain” when I’m at 3 by conversing with people. Armanzo’s great at it, whereas I’m indifferent. I’m not going to talk when I don’t feel like talking. If you want a show, people, just watch me work. Hefting that huge cast-iron pan that we use for roasting whole fish is a spectacle in itself.

It stayed mellow for most of the night which was nice. The weather was awesome. I cry a little in my heart every time I have to go to work when the weather’s beautiful but whatever… I console myself by working hard and psyching myself up for the summer. Or practicing my moonwalk and running man on the line.

Blackbird line cook Lorraine came to visit after work and talked with me a little. Apparently she’s aware of the blog! And Katie Furst told her about it! I’m grateful and bashful. Yay thank you!

Two horrible things happened today which I have to mention so that I’ll feel bad about it for, like, the rest of my life:
– I undercooked a whole fish (red snapper sucks… too juicy to hold up to oven roasting… am I being stupid and bratty for saying this?) and it got sent back. Sorry! ;_; This is what I get for assuming when I do the flesh poke test and not actually checking >_< I fired a new whole fish and this time I checked for doneness.
– I accidentally slammed into Rebekah the bartender (because I didn’t know she was behind me while I was grabbing for stuff in my reach-in) and smashed her vagina into the corner of a metal table. I AM SO SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! >_<!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to repent but I’m gonna head to bed now. I open Tuesday. Ooh, and new hire (I’m just gonna name him here) Fred is training on 1 with Katie so that should be fun. Welcome to the Avec family! And now goodnight!

Biting That Bullet

Got home an hour ago and was going to post, but I Really. Needed. A Bath. First. I didn’t look it, but I felt so grimy and gross and I wanted to wash my face so badly. I asked Katie about it today and she said the heat just takes getting used to, and that she broke out in the beginning too. “And you’ll get heat rashes too,” she warned. Ugahhhhh ;_;
For now, I’m just using some hydrating face wash my sister gave me as a birthday present. It’s some fancy shmancy Swiss brand that I just googled and the face wash alone costs $39. Man, I hope this stuff helps cos for that amount of money (even though I didn’t pay for it) it would be utterly tragic if it didn’t. Fingers crossed.

Spent more time on the line tonight with Dylan coaching me. It was really busy, it being Friday and all, so I was really, really, really grateful that he was around to tell me what to do. Okay, so I didn’t do much thinking on the line tonight. I was Dylan’s Date Bot and I’m not ashamed to admit it that I leaned HEAVILY on that crutch. Katie, sweet soul that she is, didn’t want me mindlessly following Dylan’s orders and to figure it on my own, even going so far as suggesting that I fly it solo tomorrow. But I put the kibosh on that. I feel like I barely made it through the night, even WITH Dylan’s coaching. Saturday on my own would just be throwing me under the bus. I told her nicely that I felt I would be too overwhelmed and that I would like to experience this week with help and attempt a solo gig next week. Erg…. =___=

Tonight was a little brutal for me. I felt like I was behind on everything. This might not be true (one of the food runners told me Katie fires off courses too fast) but even so, I felt like I was getting beat up. While on the line I had to constantly fight the urge to step down and ask Dylan to take over. I wanted to run away and go back down to the easy schedule of prep work, to just say, “Okay, I don’t think I can handle this right now, please save me.” But I just steeled my nerves and reminded myself that others before me have had to deal with the same situation. They couldn’t just coward out on a busy night–and neither would I stoop to that level. And besides, I have a personal goal to attain and it means staying put on the line. Still, it was a relief to have Dylan step in while I went to the bathroom. I washed my face, I retied my drooping bandanna head covering. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror. Then I headed back to the line, since there wasn’t any turning back.

Despite the rough edges, some highlights tonight were:
– Rebekah (one of our bar staff) requested the chicken dish, which I tried to make really nicely. She came back and told me I did a great job on it.
– Joking with Erik (Eric? I have to ask him next time), a food runner, during a lull. I showed him my joke dances: a super dorky shoulder bounce and a dance I call The Librarian. He cracked up so much. Hehe!
– Ex-Avec line cook (and current C-House sous chef) Dan Weiland, whom I felt a special kinship with since we sometimes hung out after work and chatted, came in to eat with some friends and it was such a pleasure to have him see me on the line since he always encouraged me to try my hand at it.
– Our hostess Liz and her boyfriend offered me a ride to the red line train station after we closed (cos the green and brown were closed), which saved me from taking a cab. Liz told me she liked the cereal milk ice cream I’d made. When I’ve got the time I’ll make her some, along with my other requested ice creams).

Right, and now it’s nearly 5AM (where did the time fly?!) and I’ve got to get up early for a mandatory staff meeting tomorrow at 11AM. Urgh…. goodnight.