Breath

It has been a very long 2010 already.

My madness has increased out of pure necessity at this point.

I am doing my job plus the catering directors job and this week has just been the razor's edge for me. I am not actually complaining.. It isn't all that bad  except I haven't a clue what I am doing.

Plus it seems that we are just getting inundated with more and more catering plus doubling up on days which normally isn't all that bad except they are 400 people functions each....makes the head spin . And any chef who says it doesn't make theirs, is a fucking liar.

Right now all my weekends in February are full with the weekend of Valentines wiped out completely with catering.

Then there is of course my work with the two dining halls. My office is located in the newer one and the other suffers for this. I don't have a desk or even a stool to sit on when I am there. But when I am there I do enjoy the company of the staff and of my production manger ,who GOD BLESS HER...is a godsend right now.

Then there are the upcoming ,ongoing, I know they are coming events that i need to write menus for....22 in all I think right now. And these are my B&B...these make me happy. I can pretty much offer what I want and hope they go for it. 99% they do.

One thing in my life I know I am good at and which nearly no one can make me feel stupid is cooking. I am not a genius and I am not world famous or all that sort of thing. But I do make really good food and I am pretty creative when it comes to actually writing a menu.

Of late though, I have felt like people have been purposely tearing me down...to basically prove how unintelligent I am. And somehow..it has been working. And it SUCKS.

I am not a typically girl..I do process my information quick and I speak from the hip. And I am wrong...But I am also right at times. I just chose at times not to care  when people seek to prove me wrong in order to prove how smart they are.

But right now...I just don't need it or going to engage in it. It makes me cry and brings on a kind of depression that last way to long and I have no time to get into that sort of mind set.


So the bad week of chef is just that...bad week but not really.

Things are coming together for me and thank god I am anal and OCD with my organization...go me.

Tonight I am going to an Equestarian Center on Campus to grill ribeyes outside in -3 degree weather.....



yah...I do lead the glamorous life.