One of the hardest things about being in the restaurant industry is realizing that you aren't a good fit, it isn't a good fit for you. I don't mind prep cook and plating desserts and salads, it's how I started picking up extra shifts in the first fine dining I worked in. I love the pace of the line without the heat of the fire. (No, actually I never work hot side if you want to know, I get kind of stabby).
However, when your body turns on you and says this is too hard for me, it pissed me off. I thought I was really getting soft because my feet just wouldn't shut up about the pain. In the end I quit orange hill on Monday and went to the podiatrist on Tuesday. X-rays confirmed the fear of bone spurs in my heels. Tiny little things. You can hardly see them.
I was casted for orthotics and should receive them next week. Until then, I am off my feet and looking for work. Yay me.
I am reading Bourdain again. Makes me homesick for the kitchens.
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