Life and Times of a Starving Art Student

Just another hamster wheel of hope and doubt

I’ve worked hard to get where I am but, it is still not enough.

“You need more experience!”, they say. “So-n-so has been here longer”, they retort. “Why do you think you deserve a raise”, they question. “Haven’t you only been three months?”

I’m a 21 year old aspiring chef who wants to make it in the big bad world of culinary arts.

I have the talent, I have the drive, why won’t you let me take the reigns for a little bit? How about you actually teach me how to do the paperwork? Why don’t you just get off your high horse and actually look around to see who is actually working? At lease pay me enough to keep my mouth shut. I’m tired of being treated like a child and receiving a pay that barely keeps me going. 

Ever had that awkward moment when you and everyone around you knows that you are right and the boss is not? Yea, it happened; and I still got “a stern talking to”. I’m sorry but Da fuck? How did I allow myself to be spoken to like this? When in my mind did I say that it was ok to be disrespected?

Fuck reputations. I’m going to take this industry by fucking storm. Atlanta will have no idea what the hell hit them. 

Hopeless as the night has been dreary and damp. The wind gushing into my closed window, moaning with ferocity and eagerness. I lie alone, enveloped with the warmth and comfort of blankets but, I still wish for your return. I want to do everything in my power to make you smile again. I want to see that glow that you once had. Hold my hand and believe because baby, that’s all it takes. I wish you were by my side. You are my hope, baby. You are my everything. You are that glimmer of light that allows me to fight the challenges ahead. Let’s fly away somewhere together.