That’s right… no checkered pants, no kerchief tied as a cravat, no hair up in a skullcap, no apron, no towels, no ugly non-slip shoes. Why? Because I had plans that the photography seminar interrupted. But the photographer who was working with us for the food photography stuff offered to do headshots for all of the attendees free of charge. (There were only six of us, so it’s not like we broke the bank.) This was the second shot of me… I was the only person who got the full body shot because my Vans amused him. “Oh, we’ve got to get a full body shot! Your shoes are just too much!” I had to laugh. They are, after all, my signature.
Anyway, because no one was going to be on campus and because they didn’t let students know about the seminar until Wednesday and because I already had plans (yes, I’m feeling very run-on-sentency) that I had to readjust in order to attend this seminar thingie, I broke the “all in or all out” rule. We’re supposed to be “all in” our uniform or “all out” of it. I was neither all in, nor all out. My chef’s smock was the only part of my uniform I was in… And I wasn’t going to wear my ID badge and lanyard because that’s just stupid. Oh, before you ask… yes, chef’s have their own version of a pocket protector, but it’s on the sleeve. I keep my BLUE Sharpee and BLUE mechanical pencil (you can take the nerdy girl out of engineering, but you’ll never get the nerd out of the girl!) in mine.
Please note, chef’s smocks aren’t meant to be figure flattering. And they absolutely achieve that goal.
Last, but not least–and completely unrelated to the photo–I’m off to see a surgeon tomorrow about getting a cyst removed from my neck. It’s been there for a few years, but decided to double in size two weeks ago. And it’s still growing. It’s about the size of a golf ball. My doctor gave me the referral on Friday, but the earliest appointment to see a surgeon was for May 14. I had to point out the cyst is continuing to grow (which it is), is quite painful (it’s sore to the touch), and my skin has a tendency to rupture (which it does). Amazing how they found an opening in tomorrow’s schedule. I told them I want a plastic surgeon handy to ensure I don’t end up with a scary looking scar on the back of my neck. We’ll see how that pans out…
Alrighty, I’m exhausted! See you later!