Thanks

First of all, thanks to my dad, who when I let the cat out of the bag as to what I was up to, texted back with three words...girl with knives.

See, I hadn't told anyone what I was doing, except my husband and mom, but I was so excited that it may come to be that I couldn't control myself.

Let me start at the beginning...I love to cook, I mean REALLY love to cook.  I have no training in the kitchen, other than being turned on to good food by Cooks Illustrated.  I realized that by following tried and true recipes, I couldn't go wrong.  Well, I think a cooking monster has been created.

I've gone to not handling raw meat about 10 years ago, to today...I'll touch anything food related, and with abandon.

Anyway, my husband bought a new sausage stuffer and just HAD to use it two weekends ago, so off we went to our local butcher for some back fat, 5 pounds of it.  As we left, I said to him "I think I want to work there for free a couple of hours a week".  Well, when I decide I want to do something, you'd better hold me back because I'm like a steam roller!

After discussing it, and getting more excited by the days, I took myself down there, ordered my Easter ham and put my big girl pants on and asked if they would let me intern/work for free a few hours a week.  Turns out, no, I can't, due to liability, BUT they may have a possibility of a part time position.  Holy shit!  Was this too good to be true?  Maybe, but we chatted for 15 minutes or so, he told me to send him a resume to placate his CPA and he'd be in touch.

Now, I'm going to be 40 years old this year, and I've never written a resume, ever.  Never had to!  This scared me the most, what do I put on there to make me look qualified to cut meat?  Thank goodness for templates, I found one and got to work.  Okay, that's done, now who the hell can I ask to be a reference?  Well, that turned out to be easy, the three people I asked were absolutely thrilled.

I wrote up my cover letter, trying to make myself look as qualified as possible, and with shaking
hands, sent it off to never never land via email.

I spent the next 15 hours, hitting send/receive on my email relentlessly. I'm a little bit manic, actually. Well, lo and behold, he writes back "Can you come in Thursday at 3pm for a couple of hours for a hands on interview?" 

Can I???? Is the pope Catholic?  (I'm not religious, that's just a quote I love:))

I woke up at three o'clock that night and started the countdown....12 hours from now, I'll be in a butcher shop...four o'clock, still awake....11 hours.  Noon....3 hours.  Can you see I was excited?  Crazy, maybe too.

Well, it was more than I expected, and different too.  They actually let me touch meat!  And use a knife!  And use the cash register!  And talk to customers!  I truly thought I'd be washing dishes, which I did, mopping floors, didn't, and doing a lot of watching, no time for that.

I came home with my heart racing and 2 beautiful ribeye steaks for my effort, which were delicious!  I couldn't stop talking once I got in the door, my husband is jealous, and a new part of my life may have begun.  I don't know that I have a job, yet.  But I'm sure I will.  And I think I'll love it.  And I never in a million years would have imagined my life would take this turn, but here we go...