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September 03, 2006

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maitresse

you are a ROCK STAR. congrats on the job offer. In terms of getting a work visa-- find out if the restaurant can help, and/or talk to the Cordon Bleu-- I'm sure they've seen other non-EU citizens in similar positions.

Basically to get a work permit here you have to have someone want to hire you bad enough to wade through all the red tape.

And thanks, I didn't know there was a difference between sweating and perspiring!

Sedulia

I really admire you, Ms Glaze. It's no wonder they like you and want you to work there-- not many people are so good-humored, competent and game in a hot kitchen, and most of those aren't pretty young women!

cak

Congratulations, what a brilliant achievement, tomato,or no tomato.
Take some Arnica (homeopathic remedy) for your bruises.

tinfoiled

Add my voice for the Arnica -- it really does work on bruises (although I believe it's only "natural", not "homeopathic").

You might want to check out a consultant to get your visa. It's ridiculous, but the paperwork can practically be a full job (especially the first time). Get an expert to do it, and their familiar name on your dossier can help push things through.

cak

Now, I realize that this blog is about food, but as a qualified homeopath, I feel COMPELLED to explain that Arnica is a homeopathic remedy, in both the oral and topical forms. It can also be bought as an herbal gel/ointment, which is not homeopathic. There, another veil lifted.

Jennifer

If someone has talked to you about hiring you on, it means that it has gone the rounds somewhere, which means that they've already discussed helping you out with your paperwork.

It can be done.

Way to go, girl.

will

I can sympathize with the language-understanding problem. I'm an English-speaker working in Spain and in the ´heat´ of the moment during service my Spanish comprehension fails at times; usually when the chef is yelling across the kitchen for something needed tremendously urgently. At which point my call-backs seem to be only _more_ irritating to him.
One time he just muttered something very Spanish, not fit for your blog, and rushed over to get it himself. Most embarrasing. But hey, only once (I say to myself) so far. Otherwise we muddle through.

But you will survive, for sure; you seem the surviving type. And conclusive comprehension will come with Endless Repetition - - at least, that's what I'm hoping for in my case.

Karen Fergason

I can't imagine working in such a hot environment! Hats off to you, my head would explode into a gargantuan migraine. I bet the crew gets a tad "musky" as the night wears on; hopefully the smells of the delicious dinners take the edge off!

Karen

I can't imagine working in such a hot environment! Hats off to you, my head would explode into a gargantuan migraine. I bet the crew gets a tad "musky" as the night wears on; hopefully the smells of the delicious dinners take the edge off!

Karen

I can't imagine working in such a hot environment! Hats off to you, my head would explode into a gargantuan migraine. I bet the crew gets a tad "musky" as the night wears on; hopefully the smells of the delicious dinners take the edge off!

Karen

I can't imagine working in such a hot environment! Hats off to you, my head would explode into a gargantuan migraine. I bet the crew gets a tad "musky" as the night wears on; hopefully the smells of the delicious dinners take the edge off!

Karen

I can't imagine working in such a hot environment! Hats off to you, my head would explode into a gargantuan migraine. I bet the crew gets a tad "musky" as the night wears on; hopefully the smells of the delicious dinners take the edge off!

jeorg

yeah for the job offer. maybe next summer i can get my butt in gear and go and eat at the restaurant you no longer intern for, but work at...

Jamie

Hey there chica!! Your old cooking partnah finally has access to a computer! Yippee! I miss reading about your adventures. In this case I wish I were there sweating right next to you. I would trade being yelled at and hustled for being ignored and cleaning, anyday of the week. Apparently not all three star restaurants are ready to put trust in there Stagiers. Man did you luck out! Miss you, hopefully see you soon

ParisBreakfasts

WOW!!! BOOT CAMP if ever there was one. That place is where my father would've liked to send me to shape up. In fact it sounds tougher than boot camp.You have sticktuitiveness GURL! Jeeze. I will never complain again about anything EVER. BRAVO!
I still say you can learn Fr. from listening to NRJ...Fr. POP..oh well..

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