Go West!

I've been blogging for over a year. Not consistently, by any means, but I've done it. It's something I never thought I'd have the patience to do. It's an exciting idea! A lot of things have been changing recently.  Things are going fine, I just had a mild epiphany that I was bored.
I love Atlanta, there's no question about that. But when I was younger, I always dreamed of going to California, becoming famous, the whole nine. As I got older, I let reality dictate more and more of my life until I was working comfortable (though not necessarily stable) jobs, and settling for a life I'm no longer 100% sold on. It got me thinking.  If I had to look my 10-year-old self in the eye, and explain my life to her, what would she think of me. More jarring- if I have a daughter one day, I will have to explain a few things to her. How am I supposed to look a kid in the eye and say, "Work hard and you can make your dreams come true" when so far my own life has been, "Work hard and eh, your life will be not entirely shitty"? I may be a hypocrite on a few things, but I never want to be called a hypocrite for my life values. So, I'm finally going to work on making my California dream come true!
I've been applying for seasonal jobs assisting with wine harvests for this fall. If all goes well, that will hopefully give me a strong enough foothold to find permanent work out there. My prospects look good- I've got my local wine contacts putting out feelers for me, I applied at 8 different vineyards yesterday and already had a phone interview with one I feel pretty confident about. It looks like things may come together really well for me.
The idea of going west is daunting,  no argument there. However, compared to when I first came to Atlanta? I feel WAY better about things. I actually have friends where I'm going, for starters! And yeah, I'll be broke for a bit while I'm out there. But hey, I'm broke here in Atlanta too. I just have to keep reminding myself that regardless of what happens,  I will survive it and be more awesome for it.

Real Kitchen Nightmares

There is always a point in any job I take where I dream about being at work. All. The. Time. Usually, it is about the time when I start to despise my job. However, it is a biiit different when I'm working in restaurant kitchens. Any cook can relate to this- the ticket printer. The constant chatter as orders roll in brings on a whole new kind of madness, one that doesn't go away with a career change- I dreamt of those damn printers even when I was in retail. The constant clicking, the whine of the paper wheel- I hear it EVERYWHERE. And now I have a new sound to add to my mental torment- egg timers. Every time I think I hear one go off, I get this momentary mini heart attack as I panic that I may have over-cooked a delicate dish. It is now a permanent neurosis I will live with the rest of my life. It's weird to consider...