Today was going to be an awesome day, I was starting to get a grip on things. Everything was going alright until midway through the breakfast service I started to feel aches and pains in my body. My trapezius muscles were protesting any movement I make. My ability to focus was impaired.
Commis [Paul] asked me if I was okay with a very concerned look. I told him I was just really physically tired from not having a day off in over a week. He suggested caffeine, I politely refused, I would try and tough it out for as long as I could.
Which wasn't really all that long, when the breakfast service finished, I checked the lunch bookings: 16 guests, so I then went and asked Sous chef (Sanjoy) if I could be sent home early since I was feeling crook and it won't be that busy anyway. He said yes, just finish some of this prep and you can go at 12:30. I was almost finished with the prep when Sous Sanjoy disappeared just as Executive Sous Joseph came in. Exec Sous gave me some more jobs to do so I kept doing them. Then Sous Sanjoy came by and asked why I was still here, I said Joseph gave me more jobs to do. Well then go home when you finish what you were doing. I got out of there at 1:30PM.
I went to the doctors and got myself a certificate saying I had a viral infection, and doctors advise saying I should stand up for myself and not accept such long rosters. I got home, popped a gram of paracetamol and slept. Then I got up to go visit at Bea's place when I discovered I couldn't find my keys. How could that be? I used those keys to get home and get my sleep. After a half hour of panicked searching, I gave up and visited Bea. I didn't want to lose precious Beatime in a futile search.
The ninth day (Thursday), the final day before I get my first day off in 9 days, I got to work and tried to discover the process for lost locker keys. I'm sure it happens all the time. Apparently the procedure is designed to make you hate losing your keys. I have to find the hotel duty manager, who has the master keys, to open and lock my locker for me. This is just so clever because all this time you feel like you're wasting someone else's time because of your carelessness. I got in to the kitchen 14 minutes later, Sanjoy chewed me out for being late. In the process I found out how to let the kitchen know if I wasn't gonna make it on time. They were having kittens wondering how they would be able to handle the 400+ breakfast service one hand short. Even after Sanjoy chewed me out, I got the sense they were relieved I was on board for the breakfast service.
Commis Paul and I shared a moment when he told me he admired what I was doing. He said not many people your age are willing to try something different.
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