The Hustle

It is Sunday morning 10am and every bone it my body is aching. The result of "The Hustle".
Last night Chef told us it was time to hustle. Time to be fast, time to work as a team, time to be organized. She told many times her voice getting louder every time she had to repeat herself...
Well, it worked, hustle we did. Probably still way too slow and uncoordinated for full on restaurant duty - but everybody gave it their best.
We have a new guy on our station. 2 people quit school already, Daniel from our station was one of them. The new guy certainly hustled.
We made three dishes last night. A salade nicoise, a potage St. Germain and Brandade de Morue.
It all tasted very good, especially after all the hard work we put into it.
When it was time to go home I felt elated, the way you feel after a great workout at the gym (like I would know).
It was a great moment, I was walking through a deserted Chinatown, the air starting to get cold - a welcome solitude after the hot noisy kitchen.
I know now more than ever that I chose to do a good thing here, the scary part of carreer changing is dissipating.

By the way, I got 97 out of a 100 on the little surprise test. The damage at Broadway Panhandler was a 10 inch Shun chef's knife, a Wusthof offset breadknife and the bird's beak peeler I had come into the store for.

Now I think I'll go to the market buy a bunch of vegetables and practice making more footballs and other fancy cuts.