Restaurant Menu Mastery Part 5

My very first job as a college graduate was working as a dishwasher at a Chinese restaurant called Gordy’s Sichuan Cafe. I only worked Friday nights for a month or so before I even had more than two shifts a week to my name. It took me more than a year and a half to get this job after a very awkward phase in my life, but I am truly thankful destiny dealt this card to me. Last Friday was my last day at the restaurant after working there for about 10 months.

As I finish writing this, I will already be trying to adapt to new surroundings on the other side of the state. But with this post, I have to say, “Thank you for everything,” to everyone I met and worked with at Gordy’s.

Dat restaurant entrance.

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Appreciation

There are many people out there and counting who deserve my utmost gratitude. ‘Thank you’ does not do enough justice for everyone who has supported me through the tough times. I am a stronger person nowadays because I have individuals who are looking out for my best interest. I am truly blessed.

Kiya

So the e-painting above was done by Tania Mae. I am truly grateful for individuals like her who go out of their way to complete projects like this, and out of the kindness of their hearts as well. Honestly, who can say they have had an e-painting done for them before?

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Criticism Creates a Chance to Improve

I am human. I make mistakes. Sometimes, I make more mistakes than I should. And I will admit this fact when it is applicable.

However, I like to learn from my errors.

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Clashing Dragons Part 3

So we must have this duel again, father. Oh yeah, don’t forget about the last one, either.

For long time, I thought you were moderately content with the progress I’ve made throughout this past year and a half, the personal struggles I had to endure, the days where you thought I was sitting around and “doing nothing” as you ignorantly put it.

Well, now you have gone and done it. You managed to reopen wounds I thought could finally get some time to heal. So you come barging into my room, yelling at me that I should “move on” with my life and get out of this household. You give me this sticky note with a name and organization I have no clue about, and then you expect me to go and apply to this place on the fly with the thought that I can just move out to Portland immediately, especially considering all the effort it took me to get this far in this economy?

Honestly, are you as stupid as I think you are?

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