Yep, you read correct people, the rose colored glasses have fallen off, the fat lady has sung, the last piece of cake has been eaten. My job as Fox Island private chef has done what so many have done before..........it's become work. Granted I may have one of the three best views out my office window on earth but I have seen it one too many times, the phone ringing sends cringes down my spine, I wake up and hope the day is over quick, I try to find ways to undermind upper management.
Working in paradise is still work.
So what now?? I could always sneak around at night and drink beer, but I don't drink alone.
I could start running and hiking everyday, but then I wouldn't have that to put off anymore and I would have to find something else to procrastinate.
I could torture the little christian kids who work at the salmon bake with filthy language and sexual inuendos...........that will work for a few weeks.
If anyone sends me good (but very filthy) jokes I will come to your house and cook you a five course dinner for free.
So with the next few weeks figured out I need to move on to other things to ramble about.
I don't want anyone to think I really don't enjoy this job I have, I do. It's awesome to meet all these people and exchange small parts of their vacations in a short dose, shit, thats the only way anyone has ever or will ever like my moody, tempermental ass. Is in short doses. so those of you reading this who I have met in Alaska, feel lucky you haven't had the chance to spend more than three days with me. You wouldn't like me. I'm not kidding. You have definitely seen the best of me.
I wouldn't like me if I met myself. I'm an ass. And I think I'm funny. I have met people like myself before and walked away shaking my head thinking wow, that guy is going to have a long life. Poor asshole.
Sorry I'm cussing a little more than usual today, it's been one of those days.
Right as I was starting to plate dinner tonight I look up and see an Orca whale breaching in the harbor, abut two hundred yards from the lodge.I made the mistake of saying, wow,look guys!!! Twenty minutes later, after the chicken had been in the oven holding and drying out and the green beans tossed with sea salt and toasted nuts were soggy the group in the dining room came back in for dinner to a chef feeling some mixed feelings of dejection and frustration at the forgotten meal.
It was still good, just not as good. I figured out a new sauce today, I have been putting a simple garlic cream on the chicken but I stepped it p tonight ti a sundried tomato pesto cream and ooooooweeeeee, that sauce should get me sex some day.
Well, I have ben going long enough, I need sleep. 5:30 comes too quick.
I'm going to try to load some photos tonight too. Well see how it works.
Have a good day folks.
I'm a real ass.
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