After a year such as I've had I can't imagine what the next 12 months has in store. For those of you in the know, I don't need to elaborate in regards to my occupation and ever-changing workplace. For those of you who don't know, well, all you need to know is that on a base level I'm a chef. But I'm many other things too. But for the most part, a chef.
After taking a massive gamble and moving interstate with the missus and our five animals I honestly believed for the first six months that I had made a huge mistake. My previous boss and workmates were like family and our place of business was almost perfect. The only reason I decided on a change is because I was promised that this new opportunity would afford me more of a challenge. And boy was I wrong!
Thankfully my partner gave me a great deal of time to find my groove and sort of fit in somewhere in the background. She dealt with the late nights I'd be up complaining, ranting and raving about the idiots I worked with and the dated equipment I had to use. She also dealt with the lonely nights I was out of the country or on promotional and trade based courses. She even had to deal with me when I came home after being forced to stay awake from 80hrs with little more than a banana, some lollies and half a sandwich to eat.
Then when I thought I'd somehow faded into the background I was thrown screaming and kicking into the lime light of my whole sub-organisation after being awarded one of the most major commendations anyone could receive at my level in the entire organisation. Within the same breath I was given a promotion. It was all so much. All year I had just done my job to the absolute best of my abilities, whilst keeping atop my personal administration. No more than what I believed was expected of me.
So, suddenly I was that guy. Everyone in the sub-organisation knew me. Although I didn't mind the sudden celebrity status it was all quickly rushed away from me once I realised I now held a more senior role. Up until that point I had been told what to do by incompetent junior leaders who cared more about themselves and in-fighting than their actual job. I could now finally say something without fear of being told to 'know my place'.
At first I was given little responsibility, then after proving it to be little of a challenge I was heaped with the responsibilities of more senior roles. Again, I relished in the challenge. Even if I was at work an extra two or three hours every day. On top of my sudden shift in roles I began to emphasize my personal fitness, eventually leading to me burning out in the closing days of the work calendar. However, for my efforts I was given a second commendation, this time the highest anyone could achieve in my trade in the sub-organisation.
Now that the holidays have passed and the rest period is over I start the new year a little sore and numb. A week of basic physical training and mandatory lectures on workplace policies has left me with little time to consider the months that will follow. We now have more people in my immediate area, and most importantly some fresh faces. The year so far has started off far better than last year. And knowing I've hit the heights of my career inside this organisation I can just continue to do what I've done from the last 4 years; do my job to the absolute best of my abilities.