When I was in school, I decided in addition to needing money I desperately needed to expand my cooking repertoire beyond grilled cheese sandwiches and scrambled eggs, so I applied to be a cook at a steak house restaurant. After three years of part time work in a kitchen, I came away knowing a lot more about meat, fish, and vegetables.
A funny thing happened along the way, and it started the day I was hired. It went something like:
Manager: So, ahhh, Kenneth. Do you prefer to go by Kenneth or Ken?
Me: Actually, I use my middle name,...