April 6
From my brain
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2010
Me 16:31, 6 April 2010 (EDT)
Yeah, this is definitely blog-worthy. I heard back from Chef S regarding my externship.
While I can't believe I haven't posted about this at all (with the exception of a reference back in February). Back in August, I made some forays with the chef at the New Albany Country Club by having him sample some of my bread. I apparently made an impact with him, as later on in the year when I helped bake some apple pies for another charity event they were doing, and when speaking to "Chef S", he said, "Oh yes! I remember you! You made that wonderful Olive Oil bread! Yes, it was very good." And we chatted for a good bit afterward.
Fast forward a bit, and the placement director at the school says there's an opportunity to have an externship or two at the country club, and as I've already made some inroads with Chef S, I'd have a leg up. Later on, she also mentions that there's also the potential for an externship with Chef S's other contacts...in Italy. ZOINKS! Jinkies! And a host of other things came to mind...but after the initial rush, I figured there's no way to do it. Three months in Italy, and in doing the math, over Christmas?
I talk it over with Wifey, and after hearing all about it, she says, "So. Are you going to go for it?" When I tell her how there's no way, she says, "When are you going to get an opportunity like this again? If we can join you, great. If it doesn't work out, and you end up with just the externship at the country club, no big deal. But lets go for this...and see what happens."
From there on in, that has been the plan for my externship. I touch base regularly with the placement director and she gives me regular updates. She sends me correspondences she has with Chef S, and after the last one...I decide to write him a letter. Believe me, the original way, way longer (as you all know how wordy I am), so I managed to trim it down to that one after several hours of editing.
Today, I received the following:
- Dear You,
- Thank you for your (YES) lengthy but very kind letter with interest in an Externship in Italy.
- Give me a call this week on my cell phone and lets try and see what we could do for an externship at the Hotel Hassler in Rome when they have a space.
- Can you send me your resume with a photo of your self and also perhaps some photos of your bread??
- Cheers S
So, while last night's little event had me exhausted today, this kinda sorta had me crazy elated from around 11am on.
The Hotel Hassler is flipping huge. I mean, monstrous. The place has five restaurants in it, and checking out what it takes to make a reservation, it's averaging over 300 EU a night. A quick trip to a currency converter and that's a bit over $400 US. Add to the fact it's in flipping ROME, and about a 20 minute trip by car to the Vatican...and yeah, nice digs.
So now, I have to get my resume polished up. The instructor we have for Dining Room Management is also the one who teaches the later management courses as well, and aids people in getting prepped for their externships. She's already offered to assist me with paring down my all-too-techie resume and converting it over to a culinary resume. I need to hack down my job skills from ThePit and then add in all the stuff I've done while at school.
Oh yeah, and Jake and I have scouts tonight, I have two projects due next week, and I'm baking and designing two cakes this week, one for the "Feller's Cake Bake" and the other for his birthday.
OMG, I'm gonna die this week. But hey, maybe I'll live long enough to go to Rome at the end of the year...
2009
Me 12:32, 6 April 2009 (EDT)
Yet another dead end. Really, we didn't expect it to be "Ah ha!" and the gasteroenterologist would solve the world. He looked at my chart. Looked at the findings of the other doctors. Laid me back on the table, and pushed. "Youch!!!" "OK, now, pick your head up a bit, but stay laid back still. How about this?" "YOWCH!!!" "Uh huh."
He really didn't use much pressure, but you'd have thought he pinched with a pair of pliers the way I thrashed around. There were mirrored points on both sides he touched, but left of the navel, nada. Right of the navel at all the points I've mentioned previously, HOLY CRAP.
In the end though, he said that without a doubt, he agrees with the surgical specialist: This is not gastrointestinal. By all means, go see the neurologist.
Me 15:39, 6 April 2009 (EDT)
And thank you Roxy for helping me jog my memory (through some googling) to remember that the doctor said I had a "positive Carnett's sign (also, the Wikipedia article). On the other hand, Wifey caught a hint in the air of the doctor giving off of a vibe of "WTF?!? Why didn't those other idiots realize this is muscular too?"
And thus, I'm home for another week. Bare minimum. T-minus 30 mins to the next Lortab. Yay. :/
Me 23:26, 6 April 2009 (EDT)
And now, to sleep off this sucktastic day.
Mind you, my side has been killing me most of the night...and I've been sitting as still as possible. :/
2008
Me 17:09, 6 April 2008 (EDT)
That was a bit of an eye-opening experience.
We went to the apartment to double-check all was well. Paperwork was all set and ready, we basically just have to show up on Friday, check in hand, and sign the lease. Saturday we can move in. My ulterior motive was to see if we could get a peek inside...and we did.
The carpets are now brand-new. The walls are freshly painted. They'll still come in and do a full cleaning of the place, but otherwise it's ready to go. The kitchen already shows to have more default cupboard space than we have in the the kitchen here (we added an extra counter/cupboard and a a pantry cupboard after move-in). The kids have picked their rooms out, and we like the vaulted ceiling in our bedroom.
That said, it's rough to be there in the real and not just looking at floor plans. Going from 2100+ sq ft down to 1400 sq ft is tough to swallow. We're trying desperately to figure out what furniture is gonna make it, and what's gonna have to stay in storage. It's not gonna be a pretty affair.
After running around the place, we took the kids over to the playground. Wifey went into nervous mode. Bands of kids running around the apartment not looking quite-so-wholesome (even though a couple loners looked like good kids). Music being blared by car stereos that were driving by the playground. And the reality of the size of the apartment overwhelmed her. She's crumbling now more in the way I was at the onset of all this.
Add to this that after the kids have a nice long play on the playground that we come home at 4:45 to find two messages (from 12:30 and 2:30) that they wanted to show the house between 4:15 and 5:15, and we just sighed. The house was/is a disaster. I tried to call them and the office was closed. We're going with the "If it was meant to be, God wouldn't have had them call while we were still in the middle of church." Doesn't help the feeling that we missed a potential showing though.
And here I was gonna just make a blog post today about going to confession. Maybe I'll save that for tomorrow.
2007
Me 07:23, 6 April 2007 (EDT)
Did not make it to services last night. Wasn't hugely tired, but was too tired to make the trip across town solo and back, especially considering the length of the services.
This morning however, I have to leave in a few minutes for my doctor's office so they can do a cortisol test. I have to be there around 8am and then it takes an hour. That makes me about 15 mins late for getting up to my in-law's church for the Royal Hours service of Good Friday.
