I have always prided myself for being on the constant pursuit of pleasure. Pleasure of taste, that is. And having been in the wine industry for a year and now in food, i should be having the time of my life. I get to meet great, and should i add, hot chefs all the time. I get to work with products that i am familiar and passionate about. And yet I wake up every morning dreading another monotonous day at work.
Perhaps this is what they call the quarter life crisis - you are out of school, out of home, out of your parent's pay roll, thinks you are smarter than any other people in your office including and above all your boss, getting drunk and stoned as you please, earning and spending what a normal lower middle class family in a third world country lives on in a month, supposedly living the time of your life, your window period - and yet you wonder, is this all there is? Have I hit the glass ceiling? Would the next ten or twenty years of my life be the same routines and hangovers? But unlike the uncertainties in highschool which is answered by pubescent idealism, you do know the answers to all of the above - wherever you are, whatever you do, it would be the same sh*t.
And yet, old adolescent habits die hard. I still day dream of going to Le Cordon Bleu and doing apprenticeship under the Masters someday. Having my own cooking show at Lifestyle is a bit overdoing and really, too tacky for my nature but i wouldn't mind writing a book or two on food (memoirs, reveiews) and perhaps a whole cookbook edition. I would learn how to speak french and meet an italian vineyard owner (preferably from the region of piemonte, I love barolos), and will be spending the rest of my days indulging on the pleasure of taste ....and, hopefully, that of the flesh as well
