yeah! burger

I worked at Yeah! Burger for 3 years and 3 months. It’s nothing special, just another of Atlanta’s plethora of eateries.

There are things I don’t miss, like people yelling at me for something that’s out of my control, having to work a last-minute double because we’re short-staffed, or having to answer the dumb questions people ask with a straight face.

Oh, but there are things I miss a lot. Like bonding over movies and shows and musicals and life with Lendon on the many days we spent together. And rejoicing with Silvia when she found out she was pregnant with her fourth son. And the first impression Eric made as a manager when he staggered out of the fridge, drenched in beer from an overflowing keg and whispered “help.” And our knife guy being so thoughtful and remembering everyone’s names. And BOH always baking sure I was fed. And getting to bond with customers over where they were from, the shirt they were wearing, or phone cases, the smallest of connections reminding me that we’re all in this together.

When I started there, I was a terrified soon-to-be SCAD student making her first steps in the big city, desperate for a job, any job, to help put her through school. I was fortunate enough to find family there. To be put in situations where I was forced to put others first with a smile, even when they talked down to me. To learn to be sure of myself.

Thank you for employing me and loving me and giving me a space to figure out this thing called adult life. 

It was my pleasure.