SEA THE WORLD

The only reason I'm allowing myself to write this post in March about something that happened in DECEMBER is because it's about my job...which, as of this week, I've had for a year. In my mind, that justifies it somewhat.

But let's be real, it actually doesn't.

Working at Chick-Fil-A isn't easy or relaxing but it is pretty wonderful. And in December our boss took us all to Sea World for free, which made up for all the months we had to pay for break food. I guess another reason I'm documenting this here is because this was actually the first time I EVER went on a roller coaster. It only took me 19 years to make it on one without crying hysterically.

The interesting thing about working at Chick-Fil-A, affectionately called "Christian Chicken" or "Chicken Youth Group", is that 80% of the employees are not Christians. I'm actually in the minority there. It's never been an issue, but it's also kind of something we don't talk about at work. That all changed as we buckled in to go up on the first roller coaster. I told the girls next to me "Just so you know, I'm a Christian so I'm probably going to be praying out loud the whole way down." They laughed.

Sure enough, first thing out of my mouth after the big drop?

It wasn't a blood curdling scream.

just a "JESUS SAVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!"

Thankfully Jesus pulled through and I made it through 3 rides and what do you know, it was fun! Should have paid for the photo though because my praying face was PRICELESS. Such a fun day though. You think that we'd be sick of one another after serving chicken together 24/7 but actually, I wouldn't want to go with anyone else.

Chicken forever.
XOXO,
Kryn.

It's a great day at Chick-Fil-A

Do you love food? Do you love nice people? Do you love free refills?

Then you love Chick-Fil-A

I don't know about your childhood, but the homeschool circles I grew up in literally revolved around Chick-Fil-A. We met there before volleyball games (and after too.) Any day trip or away game was planned strategically so that our lunch stop would just so happen to be at an exit where there was a Chick-Fil-A. We sold calendars to everyone and their cousin and a party was only good if there was a 120 count nugget tray on the table.

I'm not even joking either. We all really love CFA.

Literally everyone I knew worked there. And so one day when I went in with my friend for an interview, the manager asked me if I was interviewing too. Being the very strategic, planned out person that I am I replied, "No but I'm applying next week!"

The thought of working there hadn't even entered my mind 5.0 seconds ago, but sure. Why not.

I know Chick-Fil-A isn't the place for everyone, or even a job I'll want to have for too terribly long. But it has been wonderful to me in this season of life. First of all, money. Second of all, commitment. I shy away from commitment 90% of the time, thanks to my nomadic upbringing and chaotic, spur of the moment lifestyle. But it's been good and grounding for me to go to work, and to know I'll have to go (until I get fired lol)

(which almost happened once. Because of cake!)

(and we don't even sell cake)

HIGHLIGHTS OF THE CHICKEN LIFE include but are not limited too:

-bruises in every possible place-

-almost getting fired for taking 3 cupcakes and 2 slices of cake from the birthday party-

-having a lizard run over my ankle (?? yes) while taking an order outside-

-farmers tan-

-working with my friends-

-until we got mad at one another-

-because working with your friends isn't always a good idea-

-tbt to the time an entire tower of bread fell on me-

-or when my manager sprayed whip cream all over my foot and I couldn't wipe it off for 20 minutes-

-having customers order lemon sugar water-

-becoming the shooting star employee from a falling star moment-

You'll probably never catch me in Bermuda shorts anywhere else but every day at Chick-Fil-A is a great day. (Even when you shoes are constantly coated in chicken nuggets and you have stress dreams about spicy deluxes.)