OK. So Chef took the paycut back in October. For a month. That has yet to be reinstated.
Then he attempted to make the other partners formalise the partnership agreement. And they’d basically ignore him and move onto the next agenda item.
SO, he says to me, “I’m going to look for a new job.”
Then hounds me for three days to help him with his CV.
Which I finally do.
Then he gets a call for an interview, and tells me he sent off for about 7 or 8 jobs.
He goes to the interview, does a trial shift the following night, is offered the job, takes the job and has been working two jobs for the last two weeks.
He finishes up on Sunday and starts at his new gig on Monday.
He’s head chef at an upmarket Italian restaurant on Sydney’s lower north shore.
It’s like his completing a circle – he started his chef apprenticeship at one of Sydney’s best – at the time – Italian restaurants.
He’s loving the challenge – and stress – of being back in a kitchen requiring a higher level of technical skill and finesse.
It’s going to be a bit of a shit fight from now until I go on mat leave (12 weeks and one day) as his shifts are all over the week and all at night (meaning afternoons, meaning no picking kids up, meaning heavy reliance on grandparents – which does n’t work when they’re about to go travelling for 5 weeks and Mum is acting AP at her school so is exhausted and having meetings after school) but we can live with that.
Oh, and it pays 1/3 more than what he was getting. So he’s back getting what he was getting before the October pay cut, in a gig that has more challenges, more stimulation and better professional development.
The end.
Month: March 2007
Hmmm
I have about five posts in draft.
One is on the discovery of porn/erotica blogs. They are compelling if for nothing else than the begging question of what type of man is it that refers to his wife’s vagina as “her little cunny”?
One is on our adventures on Sunday walking the Sydney Harbour Bridge to commemorate its 75th anniversary. Some great pics for that one as well. Here’s one taken just as you walk on the roadway under the span and can see the two archways rise above you. Breathtaking for its scale and industrial beauty:
The other is about the arrival of our mortgage new car and dear GOD if Oscar wants to kiss it, play in it, sleep in it or asks me about it one more time I’m going to blow my proverbial stack.
Then there are the recipes to share – raspberry coconut slice, plum and cinnamon jam, lime marmalade and the dijon rosemary crust I did on the lamb cutlets the other night.
But when it comes to writing them in full, nothin’.
Because at the moment Chef is inbetween starting at his new job and finishing at the old – oh yeah, there’s another post right there titled “when your husband finds a level of motivation rarely seen in the last 15 years it’s really quite impressive.” so I am in the midst of being some weird super human single parent and working at my job from 7 in the morning, leaving early then doing the whole afternoon/soccer practice/dinner/baths/homework/reading palaver so you know, I’m kinda tired.
Couple that with that reality when your workplace is so consuming and so completely demoralising that you just want to walk away? Yeah. I’ve just been lying in bed for the better part of an hour stewing over various things said and done and that, my friends, is where my head is at.
Sigh.
how cool is this…
It’s the recent solar eclipse but taken from space using four ultraviolet wavelengths… or some such. This shot was on the SMH today.
Unconscious Mutterings… because it’s been a while
- Contribution ::not money
- Ryan ::who?
- Minimal ::effort
- Cleansed ::pores
- Centered ::text
- Arrow ::head
- Beyond ::tomorrow
- Execute ::a plan
- Intuition ::is key
- Apology ::accepted
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Sunday musings
After yesterday when I just didn’t want/felt I couldn’t be a parent, today saw me energised. Kinda. So after a couple of loads of laundry me, the kids, and the dogs went for a walk around the lake. It was hot, and long, and there was whinging, but we did it and it was a glorious day. Then we hung out. Then I did a roast for dinner – roast pork, I believe the second time in my life I have ever done so. It was really quite stressful. But everyone claimed it was delicious and were still picking at it on their way up to bed and to clean their teeth. The end.
Postscript
In other news, my hayfever is so severe at the moment it is driving me insane.