So I know this is slightly off of everything else I have written but I had to share this mainly for the one person I know of who reads this. (Not to exclude anyone else of course).
Leaving work early today for a job interview I had to re-schedule, and sadly I didn't get it, but I'll get to that. I met a guy today who was a chef and I couldn't even recognize it. The last one whom with spoke to me was a brief conversation about the weather and the such, he gave me a parting phrase that I tend to dwell on daily. Keep your knives sharp. This man in which I met today actually empathized with me. Here I am standing at a train station in a chef coat, and it's already about 90 and humid.
He said back in New Orleans he worked (I wish I could remember where) but it was some hotel, or resort type thing, or perhaps I made that up. Maybe it was Arizona...Regardless he said he used to do parties for up to 10,000 people. 14+ hour days. He said the fact that I stood there after him asking me Do you carry your knives everywhere? that he respected me for battling such extremes.
In any case I finally make it to the interview, dripping in sweat. I didn't get the job because basically I didn't make it there in time. He had a spot for me though, and once things settle down and they weed through people, he would hire me if I bugged him enough. A month away at the shortest...or the longest. I'm going to view it as the latter.
At yet another bus stop, I get asked if I'm a chef and I work somewhere. I come to later find out she works at a place in which I have had such the strong desire to work for for years. I don't know what the amazement is about the place, but there is something to it. Just the prospect of getting to work there makes my bones dance.
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