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Friday, September 13, 2002
Back in February of last year, I suggested that once enthusiasm for my job ran out, I'd consider joining the food service industry in an effort to gain experience. Over the 19 months since then, enthusiasm slowed to a trickle, yet I was hesitant to make the jump. Meanhwhile, I joined the volunteer ranks at the Inspiration Cafe, satiating the immediate desire to broaden my skills.
But last week, the jump was turned into a push. I'd heard about it countless times from co-workers: a tap on the shoulder, a folder slid across the table, a signed dismissal letter. It went down just like that, and on Wednesay afternoon I suddnely found myself in the world of the unemployed, wondering where my paycheck would come from next. Of course, my very first answer was: a restaurant.
I'm still not entirely comfortable seeing myself as a waiter, or a busboy, or even a dishwasher. I worry about feeling like a poser, like someone who's just doing research for a different, more important job. But is that necessarily so wrong? I wonder how many owners of failed restaurants started off at the bottom level; perhaps if more did, their restaurants would have had a better chance of success.
For the immediate future, I'm working on some freelance opportunities that serendipitously came my way last week. (What's that, you're also looking for help?) But meanwhile, I will scour the classifieds, keeping an eye out for restaurant gigs. It'll take a leap of faith, but if we're serious about this thing, we'll have to take that leap eventually. Better sooner than later.
posted by sandor weisz at 2:19 PM | 4 comments
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