(Read the beginning of Emily’s story here!)
Working at that deli taught me about myself. I never really knew that I was capable of doing lots of things at once and able to produce the product the customers craved. This was amazing to me. It was easy. Effortless. Delicious. I was home. I knew from this point in time that I never wanted any other job. I stayed at the deli until I was responsible for the store during my shift. The owner trusted me with his baby and I was right where I wanted to be. After a few years, my home town was calling me and I decided to move back to Chapel Hill. I had mastered the art of the deli and was ready for more experience.
I picked up a local job at an ice cream store where I scooped millions of cones and made thousands of shakes for customers. I stayed here for a couple of years waitressing and during this time I fell in love with the cook. He was a musician by night and cook by day. He let me come into the kitchen, where I really wanted to be, and make the Rueben and Club Sandwiches I took orders for. That same feeling of getting my hands dirty and rushing the clock came back. I started to move my way back into that kitchen, which lured me with its hot ovens and greasy flat top grills. I decorated ice cream cakes while the neurotic owner’s wife ran around me in circles making her bagels. My boyfriend and I were close, but I have to say I loved the kitchen more.