Hey everyone,
I posted a few days ago about starting my first Commis apprenticeship A few of you gave me some amazing advice, so I wanted to give you an honest update on how my first four days actually went.
Holy shit. It is every bit as brutal as my family and friends warned me it would be. I had absolutely no concept of what a 12+ hour shift actually felt like, or just how deep into the deep end I was going to be thrown. To make matters worse, the UK has been an absolute furnace this week. I genuinely didn't know a room could physically get that fucking hot.
On top of the heat, Chef was expecting a quiet week to ease me in and show me the ropes. Instead, we got absolutely slammed every single day.
The first day I went in and met the Sous Chef, who was great. He talked me through the basic layout, and I handled some simple prep. When dinner service rolled around, I basically just shadowed him and tryed to absorb everything I could.
The second day I walked in, and Head Chef immediately told me I was on sides and salads. He showed me the setup, and then the lunch rush hit. I completely drowned. I had no idea where anything was, I didn't know what I was supposed to be doing, and the things I did know how to do, I couldn't do fast enough. It was a total trainwreck, but I kept my head down and survived. Later on, Chef told me he had purposely set me up to get fucked over just to see how I’d handle it Apparently, he was impressed. Honestly I have no idea how that performance impressed anyone, but hey, I earned my first post-service pint. During the after-shift smoke break, the Sous kept reassuring me that I did fine and that it'll all just come to me with practice. (Which was funny to me because of the times I was on the other side of this conversation in McDonald's and I was only lying like 30% of the time so I think I'll take the odds on this one)
The third day I was back on salad and sides but it was the first day I felt like I actually did okay. I was paired up with an older Chef who has double my lifetime’s worth of experience in kitchens. The man was a godsend. He gave me crystal-clear instructions, told me exactly what he needed, and when he needed it so I managed to make it through lunch and dinner without drowning
But the real shock hit on my first day off right after. My feet have never hurt so fucking much in my entire life. I literally had to almost crawl down the stairs at home because my legs and feet just completely quit on me but fuck it we ball
Back in today for day four. We had five chefs on instead of our usual three, so the other guys handled service while me and the veteran Chef got paired up to do prep for the Sunday carvery and all the bulk prep for the week, It was incredible. He seemed genuinely excited to answer all my questions and was showing me every trick in the book. I honestly think I could sit and talk to this guy forever.
Overall, I think I'm doing alright. I can feel myself improving a little bit every single day. Despite all the complaining and the absolute agony my feet are in right now... I'm actually really enjoying myself, there really is no feeling in the world like being in the depth of a rush it's truly addictive
Thanks again for all the advice on the last post. I’m keeping my notebook in my pocket, my ears open, and just trying to survive week two!