The Heat in the Kitchen: That's Hot

I'm almost halfway through Anthony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential and it's rather good. My main complaint with reading is that I get bored rather easily. Reading about what goes on in the male-dominated industry that is commercial cookery is a bit appalling but all too expected seeing that we're dealing with men here. I perhaps now can understand where the chef I interviewed with last week was coming from when he said, "You just don't look tough enough...". No, I probably can't compete with the beasts described in the book or the few female line cooks mentioned. I'm just not one to have a potty mouth or slap people's asses. I can raise my voice if I really wanted to and boss a few people around, but chopping parsley or removing the guts from calamari that smell like death hardly requires any of that.

Turns out I didn't get the job. Guess why. Anyone? I never saw it coming, really. It was because of my availability. There seems to be reoccurring theme here. The only employer that was able to see beyond my availability and work around my timetable is the same one that now has no shifts to offer me. Now I'm back to square one. Crappy schedule. Unemployable. Etc.

Tomorrow I'm off to hand out my CV like belated Christmas gifts. It'll be fun as I quite enjoy the warm fuzzy feeling I get after giving something, anything, to another person.