Domingo is our Friday. It is undoubtedly the best day of the week. Exhaustion is cumulative. By Sunday, we are operating with little sleep and forced energy. This morning, no one could get out of bed. Flo and I had to wake everyone up. The chefs were late to the restaurant and Freddy told me that while alarm after alarm sounded in the basement rooms where a handful of people sleep, no one got up. Fatigue was rampant, contagious yawns everywhere.
This restaurant requires total submission. You must give yourself over entirely. The reward? Time to hone existing skills and the opportunity to acquire new ones. While we are in the thick of it—five 16-hour grueling days—it is difficult to feel any change taking place. In this sense, it is comparable to learning a new language. In the beginning, you must pause and think and formulate words and sentences. In the end, your speech is natural and it flows without hesitation.
When I watch the exceptionally talented chefs work in our kitchen, I become obsessed; I want to be able to cook as fluently as they do.
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