Three years ago I graduate college, useless liberal arts degree, with a man-crush on anthony bourdain. I do about 3-4 months at a upscale italian place, then spent doing souless temp work and being a "cook" a few insipid little chains. I'm pretty at whits end, the idea of going back to school again for anything, even culinary, makes my blood boil. I end up giving my resume to a local super upscale asian fusion place, get an interview, make a terrible california roll and a thankfully perfect salmon with veg, and I'm hired on the spot. He says he's going to train me at another one of his kitchens, then back to the japanese one. Paid position, the places despite being in ohio look about as lovely as anything I ever saw in Park Slope of Tokyo. It all seems too good to be true, like at any second they're going to figure out I'm a pretender. But I've never actually been amped for a first day before, so who knows, maybe I just found a honest career I can give a s*** about.