My pizza has reached its crust

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I’ve come here to report that I am officially out of the pizza game.

This was paradoxically an incredibly easy and difficult decision to make. For one, I love working in the food industry. The fast pace of a kitchen mixed with the artistry of cooking and the human interactions with customers is like nothing I have ever experienced in my myriad of other jobs. There is nothing better than the dinner rush on a Friday night when everyone on the team is clicking and orders keep coming.  You can enter a flow-state where nothing matters except for the prospect of clearing those slips from your view, and your actions become fluid as you work to achieve that goal. Some nights it seems like you know the orders before they come in, and every move you make is done without thinking.

Opposite of that, there is nothing worse than when nothing goes right.  You can’t get ahead, and just when you do – turns out that calzone wasn’t supposed to have cheese, and as you’re fixing it, you burnt those two pizzas in the oven. Dummy. Funny enough, even those nights are why I love the food industry. When I waited tables we called it “getting in the weeds”.  It’s the kind of night where you really get to see what you are made of in a high-pressure situation.

I find a lot of joy and value from experiences like these; the flawless flow of execution, as well as the sigh of relief after you finally bail all the water from a sinking ship. However, it wasn’t Continue reading “My pizza has reached its crust”