Personal Narrative: Working At A Pizza

Working at a pizza buffet nonstop has taught me many things, most importantly that live never goes as planned and you have to roll with the punches. I had college in the mornings, high school in the afternoon, and work at night, during my junior year. For a year my life it was a constant rush. After I got to my college classes I had to race back to my high school. After high school, I had to rush to work. I worked five to six days a week to support my family and gladly did so. The white cheese pizza describes my life well. Everyone loves this pizza. So much so, all of the pieces are gone in less than a minute. You keep making it and making it, but people want more and more. School takes three pieces, work takes three pieces, and family takes three pieces.

I was okay with this lack of pizza though, because I was investing in my future and taking care of my mom, which are the two most important things to me. Stevie B’s also taught me how to manage my time. If I clocked out of work at exactly 10pm and rushed on the drive home I can get in my math homework before 11:59pm. Stevie B’s taught me that sometimes you can put all that you have into something and it does not turn out perfectly. Sometimes when you cut a pizza piece one is too big or too small, but that’s okay. Sometimes when you have three tests in one day and eight hours to sleep and study, you get an 88 on an economics test, but that’s alright because you tried as hard as you could. One slow day I was bringing a man a pizza he had ordered. He looked almost exactly like my father. My father was a very abusive man. It felt as though you were walking on a minefield, never knowing where the bomb is or when it will blow up, but knowing it will eventually happen. Seeing someone who looked exactly like my father made me realize how far I had come. My mom left my father and in the process left our home, our possessions, and our financial security to protect her