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| Ending my last day @ work on Friday was very awkward, strange, and different i must say, ... i guess i've never really left a job where i felt like i made so many friends and not just co-workers. i've worked @ so many places in the past (Merrill Lynch/ Starbucks / Disney store / Glendale Customer Service/ / MTEL)... with most places i end up leaving feeling like i met a lot of nice people but never really had a real BOND. example i work @ MTEL for quite some time, but at the same time i don't think i've ever had anything to talk about w/ the other coworkers upstairs or downstairs. most things talked about are pretty superficial things or work-related. never really had the intention to talk about other things or simply come out to eat just to eat as friends, or do things @ leisure time to create that kind of bond or friendships to make sure each other ass is cover not because of work but because its a team. so it was quite different. yesterday, i had people make a cake for me that i didn't even know about. i had a manager from the Polo Lounge that left work @ 10pm but realize in the car that it was my last day and forgot to say anything to me so instead they called back into the kitchen phone asking to talk to me, surprise as i was getting a phone call in the kitchen requesting to talk to me, after spending 3-5 mins telling me how it was a pleasure working w/ me and that everyone will definitely miss working w/ me ...etc. i think i almost shed a tear, i was definitely very touched. and it was very nice because these are people i just really didn't think i'm that close to or even talk to that much because they're not cooks like miguel & johnny. so i mean to me i'm just doing my job and wasn't doing anything special. but it was very heartwarming that even managers and waiters that i was distantly have any connection with found out i was leaving and all came by and bid me farewell. then of course the whole kitchen staff (cooks) we all pitched in a made what became the crew meal @ the end of the night. Ingrid made the guacamole, johnny seared the meat, miguel made his infamous salsa, and i had my stomach ready. hopefully i've made an impact during my short but adventurous stay
@ the Beverly Hills Hotel. As for Johnny/Miguel / Ryan / Chris Tolioa i
think i will always remember those nights spending 10-20 mins outside
the building venting and releasing all the craziness of the kitchen
before we each go our seperate ways and sleep soundly for the next day
of hell in the kitchen. i've learned a lot from these people and i
also hope i've impacted some of their lives too. i was first told entering this hotel that if you can manage to stay afloat in this hotel ..u can man any other hotel because this is one of the busiest if not THE busiest hotel in town, 5 star / 5 diamond accomodation really knocks your brains out, literally when it comees to cooking in the kitchen. i wish i have a lit' more time to learn more from all these guys, but like the 10-20mins of venting @ night...its is now my time to move on to my own seperate way and i will have to rise through my own kitchen....a kitchen ...a restaurant....a place i call my own.
 
 
 
 
 
 
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