First off, late in October I was transfered to yet another Guckenheimer unit, this time up to Stanford University and the Clark Center's NeXus Cafe. This is a hustling locale, feeding approximately 1,500 students and faculty in and around the James H. Clark Center. This cafe has such a good reputation, folks from other Stanford buildings -- including the hospital -- will take the extra effort to get into the NeXus; we even have a few regulars who pick up lunch for a group.
I got in plenty of knifework practice as I was covering for one of the two-man team at the Asian Station, as well as being on the front line to serve the food at that station during Service. It was a little rough to start, but I got into the rhythm of the station and was pretty happy about it. When Ricky returned from vacation, though, things got a little more awkward. The manager recognized that my culinary degree was not being put to good use by just being a prep cook, but they didn't have a plan on what to do with me beyond wanting to keep me. This week they tried having me help the Catering station with "grab and go's" -- pre-made salads and sandwiches that would be available in the drinks cooler for walk-in customers as well as for any catered orders. I was to help prep all that in the morning, then switch gears and setup the Exhibition (Pasta) Station for Service. The one guaranteed trigger for my anxiety attacks is time-stress and task-confusion, and this had both. So, all this week I had minor to major anxiety attacks as I fought my slow preparation speed while trying to locate all the parts necessary for the five different salads and four different sandwiches. Rafael, the chef, had a meeting with me in his office on Thursday about the situation and decided to reassign my tasklist ... so, on Friday I didn't work with the Catering stuff at all, I was solely responsible for the Pasta station prep, setup, and service as well as prep for the pizzas -- which is a self-serve station where pizzas are cooked fresh all during service, so Rafael just needs to have all the ingredients set up in the back area for him. What a difference! No anxiety attack on Friday, no time management stress, I even made an extra 8 gallons of the vegetarian chili to get it up to par and surprised the chef and the other cooks in my immediate area on how good it was. Up to this point they've only seen me chop veggies and fumble my way through wrapping sandwiches, so I shouldn't be too surprised, but it felt good nonetheless. So now I "own" the Pasta Station, and it should be smooth sailing.
My home situation's been frustrating as it looks like I may have depression, an effect from longterm use of Strattera which is the medication that's supposed to be helping my ADHD. Yay. I come home from work and promptly collapse, feeling no energy to do anything but sleep. And I sleep a lot. Yet I still feel tired when I wake up, so it's not necessarily a healthy sleep. And, of course, since I'm not doing anything I want to do, i get depressed about that. I've not touched my Companion Cube project in weeks. I intend to make baked gifts for friends as I have no money for anything else and I can't get up the energy to bake or even clean the kitchen so I can bake.
Speaking of gifts, outside of kitchen-geek stuff like the 7-quart Slow Cooker w/Stainless Steel Insert, a serious baker's bread machine, the really cool self-contained ice cream maker, or even the silly AeroGrow Indoor Garden, I've really had little catch my fancy for putting on a Christmas Wishlist -- mostly likely due to the depression.