Doubt? Yep, I’m human.

Somehow my 9 hour shift became a 13 hour shift… and with only a bagel in my belly for sustenance, my head was pounding. Maybe it was the fact we got ROCKED today by an unexpected public school orientation “rush”, or that while learning to cut, wash, chill, and spin lettuce, I was pulled in 18 different directions. By the time I was ready to call it a day, I realized that help was needed for a marketing event… so I stuck around. I had to. I couldn’t leave my team in a pinch. At the event, someone commented on my white, button-up shirt which was stained with oil, grease, syrup, etc. I was worn, and I began to doubt if this whole thing was for me. My goal is to be an operator… but just being a team leader has my head spinning at times. When I finally felt I could leave, I clocked out and said goodbye to my team… and that’s when it happened. Like it always does. One by one the hugs, the “Love ya Kento”s, and the “see you tomorrow”s came flooding in. And I believed again. I believed because I believe in them… and it’s because of them that I am even on this journey. I am so incredibly blessed.