Monday, 20 January 2020

What We Do With the Rest


     Well I did it again! Just over a year ago I wrote about reflection and what the last two years had been. Five months before that I attempted to put a notebook on my bedside table and write my thoughts. Well I got to it a little earlier this time and only left it for two months, that is if it make it to the internet or remains yet another unfinished piece.
            The last year has been a whirlwind. February started the year off in a promising way. I returned to work from disability and took off, devoting a lot of time and effort to becoming a better chef, leader and also getting the position I wanted. Things were great, I was getting the feedback I wanted and making positive change with that feedback. Then things took a different turn my health kicked up again and I got dark and frustrated. It reflected in my work and although progress made I knew I couldn’t be what I wanted to be in the that environment and it was time for a change. I left Cactus after three wonderful years of intense personal and career growth and learning. I consider my time at Cactus to be probably the most influential on who I am in the workplace. So if any of my former Cactus family is reading this, thank you for supporting, teaching and being more than just a colleague.
            With anywhere to go, I heard from a former Cactus friend that he was taking over as Executive Chef of a local pub close to my house. Well having enjoyed working with him in the past I offered my help in turning the place around and signed on. I won’t dwell on this time here much because I don’t have many positive things to say. So instead I will say I look back on this time as an aggressive learning experience. Now here I was, sitting at home at 28 without a job. Not a great place. Luckily for me my industry is about 30000 jobs short so I was back at work in a week at a local Cloverdale legend, The Vault.
            Spending the better part of the last 4 years working in corporate kitchens, coming to the Vault was a breath of fresh mountain air. Listening to music during prep, making specials, having some afterhours ‘wobblys’ with the staff and on top of it all a little 90 seat restaurant, this is where I needed to be. The Vault was the first time in my culinary career I was not spending time being developed but rather teaching myself and learning from the environment. I put aside the leadership and business management books and picked up my cookbooks. I made specials, I scrubbed down equipment and mopped floors. I sat and talked with the chef about things we could improve, we brainstormed and had fun. I stayed after work so I could hear what opinions the rest of the restaurant staff had about the way we worked. It was magical. It says a lot about an establishment in this industry when the average employee was there for three plus years. I don’t have enough good things to say about the wonderful people who embraced me family at The Vault, but as good as it was a phone call two weeks before I started had put an end to my time at The Vault. Which brings me to now, at 9 feet over a mile high in the Monashee Mountain Range.
            In the final week of my notice at the pub, of which we don’t talk, I got a phone call from my cousin Cory. Cory and his long-time girlfriend Cathy own an adventure tourism company up at Silverstar Mountain up in Vernon BC. One of the adventures is a sleigh ride dinner tour to a cabin the woods restaurant for 30 people. Cory and Cathy had struggled in the last years with their chefs being disrespectful, disobedient and really giving a care for what they did.  So this year, after finally getting their liquor licence, they were looking to elevate their business. Well at the time the phone call was a blessing as I had nothing serious going on and was excited to see what I could bring to them. I took a week to think it through and agreed to do at least a year and if I enjoyed it and found success I would stay for more years. So in November my buddy Brandon graciously agreed to drive me and my stuff and make a business trip of it. To quickly brush over some slow time, the first weeks were mostly spent helping my aunt and uncle, who also live up here, to move and setting up meetings with suppliers. To get a better picture of what kind of work I was in for I will say this. A thing I don’t think many people who are reading will have truly appreciated is having running water at work. Everyday me or my server will deliver by snowmobile 400 gallons of fresh water to our tanks at the cabin.  There was a lot of work to make this kitchen into one that I could alone turn out 66 guests a day.
            Although we are family and there is an inherit trust, this business was specifically Cathy’s baby and having owned a small business of my own before I know all to well how difficult it is bringing change and handing over responsibility to anyone other than yourself. We struggled to move towards a new menu that was cost effective and easier to execute for our style well still maintaining the feel of The Wild Horseman’s Cabin.  I struggled not having the same resources I was used to and also having to create a new network of suppliers and other vendors. But in the end we got off our feet and we were over the struggle, right? Nope, not even close! The thing about running a restaurant where your guests only means of getting to you is horse drawn sleigh is that you are no longer the only one who dictates your hours of operation. I joke with Cathy about this thing that was developed at the turn of the 20th century called the automobile, she doesn’t like these jokes. Yep Mother Nature is our true boss, she holds the real sway, and let me tell you she has been a fickle bitch this year. Another unfortunate thing about a business in the winter is that it is just that, in the winter. When you only have at the very most 150 days to make your profits for the year, than every day you shut down means more than twice what it normally does, and let me tell you it is never fun. That being said there isn’t much you can do about the weather other than complain, which we do. A wise women I know used to say, “life sucks, than you die.” As a kid I used to think that it was a pretty morbidly dark thing to say but the older the get I think there more to it. Sure life will suck and yes inevitably die but there is a lot more just those two things and that ‘lot more’ is what need to focus on and make the most of. Who knows if my interpretation is right or maybe she just had enough of my shit that day. But when your restaurant is closed because it snowed too much and window from you bed looks out onto the ski hill, it would seem pretty unfair of me to wallow and not go splash some fresh pow. Who knows what kind of innovative ideas it may spark.
            To close tonight off I’ll explain the reason I finally took the time to put pen to paper. Tomorrow I food blogger coming to visit the restaurant and maybe right a piece. Although the experiences this year have been nothing but an air pump of compliments, closed eyed chewing, and insane offers to my ego, I still stress. So thank you, I’m not going to tag her here encase she hates me… AHHH.., for getting me out of my Netflix, Disney plus, and amazon filled nights and back to my paper. Before I sign off I want to say thanks for the taking the time  to read and too remind you that inside all the shit and stress filled days, there is something positive to look at and I guarantee it will be much more enjoyable. And you know the stress and shit never seems to really just disappear so when your ready go back to it, maybe it will be just a little easier to deal with now.

To Auntie Karina, Your courage and smile through the darkness will always be my push to venture into what scares me and rewards me.