I’ve vowed to work 23 Sundays at the steakhouse. I’ve made it though four and I want to hang up my food-spattered apron. How is this different from culinary school? It’s not. My expectations for school were high and then, once my education commenced, I hated it. I hated it until sometime between week 5 and week 10. Something clicked, something changed. Sometime in April or May, I got the hang of it, built my confidence, and became relatively comfortable. I just have to muscle through; tough it out. Eventually, I will find my stride, even here.
There is a learning/getting into stride curve with everthing … except for vicious circles … they are just endless curves.
I’m sure things will get better … and bloodier. hee hee!