Currently I’m working at a major restaurant chain as a kitchen manager. I’m one bad day away from quitting my job and packing all my shit up. Yet, here I am a year and a half later with no actual clue.
I thought I knew what I wanted, a big girl job with great hours and pay. I graduated in October of 2017 and I thought that was it. Instead, I settled for something practical… business. Occasionally I doll myself up before drinking.įor a lot of different reasons, I had stopped going to school for the degree I wanted – creative writing. I couldn’t keep following someone else’s dream – I needed my own. I wasn’t even sure I could make it to the opening date. Finally, I realized this wasn’t my five year plan. Yet, as the year wrapped up and as the opening date kept getting pushed back – along with other problems. I had a new five year plan run this business, open other locations, make it a global name, and then set off and find something that I was passionate about. I saw the passion that my boss had behind what we were doing and I was in awe. It was what I was used to doing but also different enough to be interesting. Recently, I was slated to help open a new restaurant and I was excited about the opportunity. I can’t stand the phrase “the customer is always right” because they rarely are. Now that may seem harsh, but you probably haven’t worked in customer service then. Eventually, I realized that I, in fact, hate people. Instead, I took a job at McDonald’s when I was 15 and every job I’ve had since has been in a restaurant or customer service related. The curse of the Millennial- our parents told us we could be whatever we wanted, but that wasn’t very practical advice. This can’t possibly be all that I’m meant to do. I’ve been wandering through life looking for a purpose. I’ve spent nearly thirty years on this earth and yet I feel like I haven’t really lived. Suffers from severe wanderlust that can only be cured by traveling and drinking along the way. Desi rey: a 28-year old from the Midwest with the mouth of a New-Yorker.