Well, this could as easily be in the Professional Chef's forum but it's as much personal so I will drop it here. After two years as Exec at my present job I have put in my notice. Actually talked to the owner a couple weeks ago and I still have two weeks left. Right now I'm working hard to make sure my Sous is 100% ready to step up and lead the kitchen once I'm gone. He's a great dude and I know he's got what it takes although I feel bad for him that he has a tough road ahead. We're a bit short staffed as it is and our strongest line cook is leaving in a month for culinary school.
While there have been a lot of great things about this job, there are some deal-breakers emerging that are impossible to ignore. All jobs have some good and bad, but long ago I developed what I call the 'pit of the stomach rule'. Some stress is normal but when I have a knot in the pit of my stomach when I walk out the door for work, then I know it's time to move on.
I'm accepting an Exec position for the company I left to join this one. Obviously I left on good terms, just wanted to try something different. The new job will be a lot better is some ways- certainly the money will be better- but I will miss my crew and will always have some regrets that things worked out the way they have.
The next step for me is to finish out my month's notice, then I'm taking a much-needed few weeks off between the end of this job and the beginning of the next.
I guess I bring this up in the Cafe just because it's about feelings, not work. You know...endings...beginnings...that sense of melancholy that I usually get at transitions/boundary events in life. Relationships run their course but new roads stretch into the distance, beckoning me onward. Right now I'm standing on the deck facing into the winds, heading into the unknown.
On some level that's a really cool feeling.
While there have been a lot of great things about this job, there are some deal-breakers emerging that are impossible to ignore. All jobs have some good and bad, but long ago I developed what I call the 'pit of the stomach rule'. Some stress is normal but when I have a knot in the pit of my stomach when I walk out the door for work, then I know it's time to move on.
I'm accepting an Exec position for the company I left to join this one. Obviously I left on good terms, just wanted to try something different. The new job will be a lot better is some ways- certainly the money will be better- but I will miss my crew and will always have some regrets that things worked out the way they have.
The next step for me is to finish out my month's notice, then I'm taking a much-needed few weeks off between the end of this job and the beginning of the next.
I guess I bring this up in the Cafe just because it's about feelings, not work. You know...endings...beginnings...that sense of melancholy that I usually get at transitions/boundary events in life. Relationships run their course but new roads stretch into the distance, beckoning me onward. Right now I'm standing on the deck facing into the winds, heading into the unknown.
On some level that's a really cool feeling.