A book written by Kamal Ravikant is another installment in self love and awareness. A simple quick read and yet so chock full of self love and enlightenment. I have found that the simpler the better and Kamal hit the nail on the head.
I went to culinary school. To get a job as a pastry chef. To do what I love. To present my gift of pastry to the world. What they don’t tell you in culinary school, I will tell you here. Your gift of pastry skills and hospitality skills in general will be used to appease angry assholes that want you to kiss their ass. When I left school I quickly found out that culinary school should have taught me how to kiss ass. First off, your talent, nobody gives a shit about. How fast can you give me what I want? That’s what the guest and your boss wants to know. Second, the pay is pathetic considering how much school and training costs. People want what they want and want it now. Quantity over quality. This is what we’ve become. I’ve had guests where I work demand chocolate covered strawberries in January. I’ve let people know that it’s not wise and offered better options that I could do. No. They want strawberries and they want them now. …
You see a lot and I mean a lot of people picking their noses in New York. Most people would be turned off by this. I find it the utmost entertaining, way more than I should.
I’ve learned throughout the years that no one makes it on their own. No one. I don’t care what a cold hearted bastard you are. No one made it to where they are on their own.
Because today is the day people. I can’t believe this is happening to me. I’m so nervous. Or am I excited? This could be really good or really bad. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I was pacing back and forth, biting my nails more than usual. Yikes!!
It was in passing. Might have been on TV. Can’t remember where I heard it. Yet, it has resinated with me for quite some time.