Maid For Marriage

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I had a meeting with the culinary school to see if they could accommodate all my needs. They said they would work something out and get back to me. In the meantime I was practicing at home and I was getting back in the rhythm.

I had tests coming up. It wasn't anything hectic. It was quite basic actually. It was a ten question multiple choice on food safety rules, a knife skills test, and a herb taste test. All of this I already agreed to before hearing I could go back.

When the day came Senzo insisted on accompanying me. My apartment was about a ten minute walk away from the culinary school but I didn't risk it. I let Senzo drive me there. I said hi to a few staff members on the way to the changing rooms. Culinary school was for the most part really fun. The instructors were amazing and most of them were really nice. I got changed into my uniform.

These tests were usually not this stressful. There would be a bunch of us just doing our thing and presenting our work. Most of the time it was really informal but this time I was the only person doing it because the rest of the class have done these tests a couple of times. So my stress levels were at an all time high.

I showed Senzo where the balcony was so he could watch. He was here. I didn't know what else to do with him. When I walked into the room my nerves shot to an all time high. I guess some of the students saw me come in and made their way to the balcony too.

"We can ask them to leave." Chef Frederico said after following my gaze. "No it's fine." I did not want to be labeled a diva. "Okay, what would you like to do first? Written of practical?" Another intimidating factor was that there was three of them here today. Usually it was just the students and one instructor. "Written."

I read carefully and circled my answers. It was pretty simple and straight forward. It was such a short test that I got my mark right away. "Ten out of ten." The instructor who marked it said. There were a few murmurs from the gallery. I went onto knife skills. The whole time I had chef Frederico in the back of my mind saying "Forget speed. Focus on technique." And that is what I did. I took my time and made sure every cut was perfect.

"Look at that. Almost as good as me." Chef Frederico joked. Marks were usually out of ten. I got ten. If chef Frederico was marking me he probably would've given me a nine just to work on my nerves. The taste test was easy. They were herbs I've know and cooked with all my life. So for that I got five out of five as well. "Where's Ethan?" Chef Marcus asked and one of the guys in the gallery stood up. "Did you take notes because that's how it's done." The three chefs gave me a round of applause and afterwards I got called into a meeting to discuss my schedule and a few changes to how class would work for me.

"Your request have actually been very reasonable but you will be working in a hot kitchen for most of the day. We have scheduled breaks in your timetable and we expect you to take them. You won't be expected to attend theoretical classes. All of them will be filmed for your viewing. If there are tests, you will be expected to take those. The instructors have all agreed to help with any heavy lifting and if the class requires it to learn a skill you will have to observe only and practice it when you've recovered properly. There will be a stool at your station, and you will be given a tag that give you access to staff elevators. Here's is a document outlining everything we've put in place. There's also an agreement attached. Look it over and get it back to us as soon as possible."

After that I got changed and we went home. Like always my house was full of people and I was annoyed. The place was also getting dirty. I underestimated the amount of work my grandmother was doing when she was here. I really wanted to deep clean and organize but every single time I tried someone would stop me. It was more than three month post surgery. There were things that I could do. They just weren't allowing me to.