Deer in the Headlights...

No I have not killed a deer...just a raccoon unfortunately (that was really scary). I have been happily at my job at Topping Rose House for a month now and am still doing the commute everyday I have work. I really enjoy my job, I just hate the over an hour commute. I am scared of two things when I am driving (home in the dark usually) which are the deer that are standing five feet away from me and then of course the cops. The cops will just give me a ticket and I can pay it off, my real concern is about hitting a deer. Deer can really damage a car and a person. So the sooner I find a place/room the better, for the deer and myself. Plus putting gas in the car is expensive and the drive is boring, plus not helping my road rage. This drive is worth it though. I forget about the drive when I get my hands dirty and my mind is racing of things I need to get done for service. Everyone in the kitchen is enjoying the quiet before the storm, aka start of the summer season/Memorial Day. The pastry side had a stage come the other day, she was only 14 years old. I tried to think if I was doing anything to help my career when I was 14 years old and the answer is no. I know I have always had an interest in food, but the first thing I did to jump-start where I am today was pick up a field trip permission slip to visit Western Suffolk BOCES. My parents I think were confused with the permission slip, I had already taken the only two classes offered at my high school in home economics and I wanted the next step. So I hopped on the school bus going to my technical school, excited and wide-eyed. My future mentor was teaching breakfast cookery, waffles and compound butter, I think strawberry? I was just so excited to be there. I knew that was were I belonged, but that wasn't until I was 15. At 14, I was still in the awkward phase with braces and blond highlights (I added a picture for everyone to giggle at). 14 was all about fitting in and getting ready for high school, I wish I was staging at restaurants and learning pastry techniques. Everything happens for a reason though. I am where I am today because of the path I've taken. Life is good.

8th Grade Yearbook Picture = Awkward Phase