One Thousand Hours

Yesterday I realized I had reached the one thousand hour mark on my internship. I needed a minimum of six hundred hours, and now I have reached one thousand hours. This is good, it just means that much more experience, and that many more hours I can count toward chef certification.

I have come to realize, that just as work was getting really good – just as I was really enjoying it, feeling much more comfortable and relaxed and creative at work, it is almost time to go home. I only have four days of work left. Of course the first month is always going to be the toughest, but I am glad I am not dying to leave here now. Yes, it will be exciting to get home and see my loved ones, but I am not dreading my last hours of work. 

Speaking of chef certification, a lot of the staff, both servers and other kitchen staff, call me chef now. I find this really odd because I am only an intern, nowhere near a chef yet, and the real chefs here don’t even seem to like being called chef. I do though, I love walking around and being greeted by everyone as, ‘Hello Chef Rebecca!” Even the head chef now calls me ‘chef’ or ‘boss’.

'Chef Rebecca' hard at work. Another unintentional selfie.