Career Essay

A sous chef would be a good job for me because they get as much respect as the head chef and can command other chefs.

A sous chef (and head chef) can plan the daily menu for the customers to order food and inspect the kitchen and utensils to see if they are clean and not rusted for if they are they will get new ones. The education is that you have to start as a line chef which is also a trainee where they learn basic kitchen skills and workplace safety before cooking a meal. Restaurant cooks(like me) get paid 20.01$ per hour and 41, 610$ per year. It depends how high-quality the meal is.A chef uses step in coolers for meat and other poultry items, high quality knives for cutting meat and other ingredients, and grinders to blend and dice meat into. They make meals for the community and other cities.
These chefs may not have a high role like the head chef, but they play an important role in the kitchen as well. They supervise other cooks and make meals. A sous chef is a good job.

Paradise will Fly!

My feathers tell me i’m of beauty. My wings show color. I’m the most beautiful species, much better than the others. I dine on the best of fruits, and feast on best bugs. But try and steal my food, and i’ll peel your skin off. The other birds are jealous, because of my beauty mark. A tail as long as a branch, with the most beautiful colors of all. Me and my flock fly in the sky together. To show the people a rainbow from birds of my feather. I am a Bird-of-Paradise, my love is myself. I’m most admired than anything else. The Sun is my Alpha and the moon is Omega. These things unite me to make me greater. I am always happy and never sad. For if i’m the opposite that would be bad.

The World to a Goldfish

Is the world just a big rock in the middle of nowhere? Is it just a meteor full of smart and dumb aliens with new technology everyday? To me the earth is just giant rock in a abyss inhabited to down sized aliens. I am an alien experiment that went well. I live in a pod full of water to survive. There are more of me in every house. I belong to small 4 arm cephalopods or children as their superiors call them. They feed me so I can evolve but there hasn’t been any growing lately.

There are even more experiments that are beyond my growth. One talks to me everyday. She lives in a cage next to my pod. She is of the flying species. A cockatoo known as Gilda Jury the lll. She is of species of bird evolution.”What are you doing?”she asked outside her cage. “I’m recording our time till freedom.”I said.

“When is this time exactly?”

“When the aliens evolve us.”

“I not trying to be animal racist, but you’re a goldfish. Your pod is a tank, you’re not an experiment and when you eat food that feeling in your stomach is not evolution, it’s being fill. Not only that but there are more of you in oceans and ponds. But people eat the ocean ones.”

“So all this time we weren’t aliens?”

“No, are master watches too many alien movies.”

And she was right. In the middle of our conversation, he was watching E.T the Extraterrestrial. A very old movie I say. This is his sixth time he’s watched it. So now that i’m in the now I realized my life was a lie. For all this time, I was a regular, ordinary, boring, old goldfish with an extraordinary friend, in a normal house.

“The only thing I feel right now is ashamed. And sorry for the ocean fish.”

“It’s okay. Besides the ocean fish eat people too.”

“Wait, don’t people eat birds too?”

“No, not exotic birds like me. Only chicken.”