The alarm sounds before the sun has a chance to chase the moon away. It’s dark outside. Cold. I’m sleepy. I have never woken up this early in my life for an activity. I have always been a sleeper; deep in my sheets with no light allowed to enter my room until I let it. I have a new job now. It requires me to be at work before the sun rises. Despite the painful hour, I really love my job. I work at the front desk of a dental office; my father’s dental office.
Prior to my new position, I was a chef around the Triangle for 13 years. I worked twelve to sixteen hours a day, six to eight days a week, creating wholesome meals for the community. Intense, delicious yet very clamorous; rowdy. I was at home in this environment, finally finding my space on this planet.
This is a story about me; from chef to customer service.
I guess I can start from the beginning….
After graduating from Guilford College, I was a rookie, not knowing what to do with my Sociology/Psychology degree. For a couple years following college, I worked helping autistic children learn social skills, scooped local ice cream and found my way into the back of a kitchen, where everything made sense to me. I worked at a deli, in Greensboro, making chicken and tuna salad, baking croissants and mixing cookie dough for the routine customers. I made my way up to preparing the sandwiches along with the bustling lunch crowd. I was finally in my garden of comfort and from here I flourished.
Check back later for more of my story…