Hey thanks. I worked as a chef for a couple of years up until 3 years ago I think. Unfortunately the place was a dive so I never really learned too much in the way of skills. However, just the regularity of slicing and dicing day in day out made cooking start to feel like second nature after a while. The knock on effect being that I just found myself cooking more at home, and that's where the experimental side of me got a chance to come out more.
The actual job never really promised much though, the mere fact that the interview consisted of a 3 way poker game, which I was somehow winning despite being off my nut on mescaline, while my soon to be boss, was attempting to get me to part with my winnings by entering into some no win sea side tourist trap thing with a coin and 3 cups. The poker game was eventually found to be over when we finally went to try and locate the third player, only to discover that he was passed out in the bathroom after falling over and knocking himself out because he was too drunk. By that time I was already an official member of the kitchen due to having avoided being sheistered out of my winnings by communicating to the chef that I needed the winnings due to the fact I was unemployed at the time. Can't remember why I was gambling with my dole money in the first place but in the end it was decided that I should hold on to my winnings and start work in the kitchen. Had my first shift the next day and never looked back, well, until two years later when I hit the wall, told the entire senior management team to go fuck themselves and made damn sure I spat on the door mat in the way out. But thats another story.
How bout you? Do you work in kitchens?