Ever since I was little, I loved food. Especially eating it. *taps on belly* For a good amount of my life, I found myself wanting to be a cook so bad that I even attempted to apply for culinary schools. But then again, I am so happy that I did not take that route because I would be even more debt than I already am. But by the time that I was 18, I got my first job working for Five Guys. Which to me, is probably the best burger place that is a fast food place.

I can tell you now, if you are planning on working at Five Guys, you will always. smell. like. peanuts. It was an amazing experience overall. I don't know what it is but I enjoyed the idea of assembling a burger in under a minute. I'm not supposed to be saying this but there is an actual way to create Five Guys burgers. It is a certain formula that you have to use. It is really hard to explain but I still make my burgers like that. But when I worked there, I realized what it means to have an amazing manager who understands that you are a student before an employee and that this is just a pit stop on your journey of life.

Then on by the time I was 20, I worked in a 24-hour restaurant section of a gas station. I worked third shift, which meant that I always worked from 11pm to 6pm. Thursday through Sunday. Spoiler Alert: I never slept. EVER. I can honestly say, I hated the job. The employees were awful, The place smelled of old oil and alcohol. The only people that I served were drunk college students and nurses who were actually saving lives and were coming off their shift. But then I found myself working ten times harder because the food needed to be better than my current employment environment.

People actually remembered my food and how well that I prepared it. They would come in, drunkenly staggering, and tell me "to make that good sh*t.' This happened on three instances but it made me feel good inside. Well, until they puked, then I just felt nauseous.

Looking back at the big picture. I loved working with food because nothing can wrong when you do all the right things with food. It's the only thing that goes right in the world. It isn't spontaneous and sometimes I need that in my life. I love working with food, because it makes me realize that I am making someone's day. Having that selfless act means something when you really think about it. Do you ever have that feeling? That you are giving people something that they want in a way that does not make them selfish?

Food has also been a way of communication. So why not communicate with the world?