This is my first day off since last Friday, so 7 days in a row. Not all of them have been 8 hour days, but it’s been a little while, like probably since March, that I’ve really worked in a kitchen, and since late last year at the Buddha that I worked close to 40 hours a week.
I know Jeff, Tim, and Dan have all worked 7 days a week at Port 412, more than 40 hours a week, and that Brandon and Chef Tom are exhausted with the number of hours and jillions of things they have to think about everyday during this time of the year.
And I know this is only the beginning of the madness. Once Tulips opens, I’ll be there 7 days a week, all day long, getting my butt handed to me, every single day, for probably the first couple of months.
That being said, I’m tired, and I hope you forgive me for all of the typos and grammatical errors I’ve made. What I really need is to do some yoga, rehydrate, and run some errands, chief among them being a trip to Staples or Office Max to get a day planner since my schedule has gotten much more complex than a simple list of the hours I’m supposed to be working. And I need to drop laundry off. Luckily my apartment is pretty clean as I had anticipated craziness once I started working for John, so I spent a full day finding stuff to donate, tossing a lot of stuff out, and filing all of the stuff I needed to file. It was the first time in a loooooong time I’ve actually filed papers. Amazing, isn’t it! I was tired of stressing about it, always thinking that I needed to do it and needing to know where all of my papers are. Aaaaah, feels really, really good, and it wasn’t nearly as difficult as I thought it would be. Cleaning up and getting organized never is.