I quit my job.
I ama taking an extended break from the industry of hell and heaven. As I have decided to call it.
Hospitality is stressful. we are not saving lives, we are not curing the world of disease or stopping wars and yet, people take it very badly if you do not do exactly as they want. Weather it is a fussy customer or a difficult boss.. we, the chefs are the bottom of the food chain. We do what we are told, whilst being expected to be creative and original. We are meant to lead and follow at the same time. We are expected to be brilliant at everything we do in the kitchen. We work crazy hours, cook for mass amounts of people a day and after our 10hour shifts (sometimes more) we then scrub our kitchens and equipment and plan to do it all over again the next day and the day after that without praise and without any other incentive expect it is what we love to do.
I have only been doing this for 3 1/2 years and I have taken a break. Because sometimes it doesn’t seem worth it. Sometimes you want to see your friends or family. Sometimes you want a pat on the back and sometimes you run out of steam and inspiration.
And that’s what I have done. I have run out of inspiration. I need it. I need to feel the joy and excitement of the kitchen, because when I first started in this industry I was so happy that I had finally found what I was meant to do. It felt right and now.. the thought of walking into a kitchen drains me.
So this is me. This is my cry out for help… please help me.