It has been six days since I've done a minute of work, eight since I've cooked something even remotely home made and delicious.
I'm going crazy
This 'forced vacation' is much needed, don't get me wrong, but going from forty hours a week and nonstop movement to zero and being inactive, it can get to a workaholic like myself. The job hunt started today to no success, the same restaurant but different location I applied to has all positions filled, and told me to keep checking back, which isn't going to happen. I visited the other place that called me which was a cafe, I didn't get through the door without developing a "fuck this" vibe. Where I'm at right now, there are very few restaurants that would be a step up from some place like Biaggi's and even fewer at the same level. And with the impossible generalized rule of "Only come in between 2pm-4pm it makes this whole thing a more than one day adventure.
Considering I'll only be working at this(these) place(s) for three months, that makes me even more un-hireable as a cook. Employment turnover is insane for a server, but practically non-existent for cooks, which is unfortunate but there aren't many people who will do backbreaking work forty hours a week for ten dollars an hour.
My goal is at least one job by Tuesday, once I have that down, I will try to work the opposite side of the house (I.E. score an A.M. kitchen job, look for a P.M. serving/bartending job or vice versa)
I'm not excited about serving again, but this summer is about making and saving so I can be comfortable finding my niche in Chicago.
Tomorrow is a new day to pursue a job in this masochistic field, I might go across the river to see what Illinois has to offer me, but we shall see.
Your mission today: Go to your local foreign market and see what kind of goodies you can find. You'd be suprised