Memoirs of Bread and Pizza
I remember walking in to the store, it was 12 am, the middle of the night, when its dark and quiet and cold. The store is empty, except for the two other people with the graveyard shift like me. The sound of Spanish music on a loop was the same as always. I do my job, the same as always. Come six o’clock my manager walks in late, same as always, gives a quick glance at everything as always and he’s on his way, disappears for about a half hour before he come back in with his coffee packed with sugar. When I’m leaving he catches up to me, to tell me that he has to change my schedule from 12 am to 7am, to 3 am to 9 am. It turned into an argument, he was unwilling to keep me on the schedule I had been on for the
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Although I’ll always be grateful for starting there, it is what set me on my path to culinary school to learn how to bake professionally. Lacking employees, people quitting left and right, he was still being choosy. I was one of the two people that knew all the recipes for all the bread. I was refusing to change my schedule; a later time would mean I wouldn’t be able to get to school on time and pretty much give up on school for that. I wasn’t about to give up on school, I had already taken out my loan. It was hard, for two years it was all I knew how to do, all I really wanted to do. My coworkers knew me well and I knew them. Finding somewhere new to work scared me and it was really the only reason why I second guessed my decision to leave but I knew I had to do it. Speaking with one of my classmates, he had told me various times that they were hiring at his place of work, California Pizza Kitchen. It was the best option I had at the time and probably the quickest solution to the problem of being unemployed. It was farther, downtown la, I had never really spent much time there before. I spoke to the executive chef there and he told me that they were looking for someone to work in pizzas. No experience, just experience working with dough, but it was enough to get the job. I got a call back three days later to start next
There have been times in my life where I have bought ramen noodles with some change that I had to hunt for. I have made it in coffee pots, I have ate it uncooked from the package, and I have perfected making it in a cup at a gas station. Ramen is a glowing reminder that everything is going to be okay even if it really sucks right now.
My memoir is about the good memories of when i used to be in elementary school as a little girl in my country. I was very happy with the school even do my teacher Ms. Johanne was very strict i won't ever forget her, with 30 of us inside of the classroom she sure knows how to handle all of us with her sense of teaching style.
We lived way out in the sticks in a trailer park community it was a nice community my uncle had lived there for many years. Its 2007 and I already took and passed my GED with flying colors I needed to find a job and I really didn’t know much so I asked a friend of mine who worked for this guy named frank. Frank had a business where he would install granite counter tops and tile floors he was looking for someone to help remove and install the counter tops and tile. I was nervous I had never done anything like this before I was only use to either cutting grass or construction jobs with my dad that only pertained to nailing wood and sheets of plywood up. I had worked for frank for about a year and a half before I had to quit I missed California too much I wanted to move back I missed the warm air and the smell of the dairies and that breeze from the ocean air when it hits you I missed all of that so I moved back and I moved in with my dad. I have had a few jobs in my life that didn’t last very long either the time wasn’t right or whatever but I ended up getting hired at the Walmart distribution center and it was a blessing in disguise because now we can get by. Even though we still have to live paycheck to paycheck we can now not stress as much as how we were going to make it work, how we were
We exchanged hugs, kisses, and delight and went to bed that night with smiles that could last a lifetime. Getting a job at Chick-fil-A is my most valuable achievement; not because of the hard earned money it brings me or even the free food, but the powerful lessons and values that I have learned while at work and will be able to apply into my future profession as a pharmacist and until my very last breath. One slow Thursday night, a silent man trudged in, came over to my register, and ordered his food. I smiled at him, looked into his indifferent eyes and asked him how his day was. “I’m fine.”
late to have any chance of getting the job. So I walked into the local
Despite the seemingly perpetual heat, work had been alright so far. Customers had an average amount of patience and tips were (shockingly) better than average for a Tuesday night — and it certainly helped the weather had cooled from a sweltering ninety-five to a much more manageable seventy-eight. It was the first time in over a week Jonah would be leaving work in a decent mood — but it wouldn’t stop the overwhelming weariness creeping behind his eyelids. And tonight? God, he had a paper to do tonight. Something he couldn’t just bullshit forty-five minutes before it was due. And that meant there was only one option — paying the coffee shop across the street from Pizza Hut a visit.
My first job was at a grocery store I was excited of meeting new people, making friends, gaining experience, but most importantly was excited to earn my own money. My pay rate was nine ten and pay day was every Friday. The first day I worked was on a Sunday afternoon in which I worked a heavy eight hour shift from eight in the early morning to four in the calm afternoon. It was a very productive day I did many go-backs, the hourly
I was sitting in a poorly lit booth at my favorite pizza place. It was not as crowded as usual, because nobody was in town this weekend. A waiter walked by with a cheese pizza that was so hot you could see the thin lines of steam coming up from it. I was hoping he would come to my booth, but instead he walked to the booth next to me. I was so upset because I could hear my stomach grumbling. Actually, I was so hungry I would have eaten a rock! I couldn’t wait for my pizza anymore. Then the waiter came back to my booth with my order. I was so thrilled. I took a slice of pizza off of the pizza platter. “Ouch!” I yelped. It was extremely hot. I waited for it to cool off, but it was really tempting to grab a slice. Finally,
Despite the job loss being a normal thing in my life, this time was different. I was starting high school, and I was giving up a sport that I had done since first grade, swimming, to pursue new sports, cross country and track, that I just found a passion for the summer before. Quitting swimming meant
About half way through my internship Chef Mark and Brother started to ask me what I was doing once I graduated. They began to ask me if I would work for them because they loved my work ethic and skill. We were going to wait until my internship was over, but they needed me sooner with the catering season coming up. The restaurant hired me on as their catering chef. I began to work on the catering as well as open the kitchen and run the lunch shift. It was a lot of information to learn in a short period of time however I began to get the hang of things in about a week. Ending the second week in this position I started to get less shifts. Then, they moved one of the night line cooks up to my lunch shift position. I have also not received a pay check yet in five weeks when we are supposed to be paid by weekly. I asked if I was not completing the tasks at hand in the morning shifts and I was told I was doing a wonderful job. So for now, I am in a limbo of what to do. I am hopeful within this month catering will pick up and I will be primarily on those since my evaluations have been well and we have just been in the slow season. Although this is not a terrible downside to the internship, it has been a difficult month
Opening the refrigerator door, I locate two ingredients: eggs and butter. Grabbing the items, I place them on the island sitting in the middle of my kitchen. Afterwards, I shake and fiddle with my fingers because the frigid butter cooled my hands. I then skip around the island to a low cabinet to find baking powder and vanilla extract. Scanning and searching through all of the spices, I see an abundance of bottles varying in size, shape, and color before finding the desired components.
He had no choice. We went to his office... and told him that we 've fixed our issues. We asked him to forgive us and not fire us.
...esses with my source of income! My mom and Kirby resolved the situation and she was being as nice as possible, I no longer felt welcomed and soon found another job.
I worked for a friend once, and I thought it was the best decision I had ever made. The job was going to be babysitting her kids as often as she needed. Not just one or two kids, but three children, of various ages. I was a little anxious because it was my first job after high school, but I was excited to get started. Without having any experience with kids, I thought to myself , “How simple it was going to be babysitting three kids” I was wrong. It was difficult, and I gave up so much of my time for this friend without getting much in return. Choosing to babysit a friends children caused so many problems. I would have never imagined my first job experience being so dreadful. Working for a friend was a discouraging experience, because I did not have
I was only seventeen when I started working. I lived in a very small city that I downtown area full of different stores. During the summer times, most of the stores downtown would post job listings looking for young individuals who wanted to work during the summer season. I decided that I wanted to gain some work experience and decided to apply in one of the stores. The store I worked in was called Kid City; it was a clothing store for children. I enjoyed the job I had in the beginning; all I did was open up boxes and placed the clothes in the racks so the store associates could hang them up on the store racks. I enjoyed the job because I did not have to deal with the customers that came into the store. However, I was then moved to the front of the store to