Personal Narrative: Working At Taco Bell

Everyone has their first memory when they have to enter the adult world, mine just happened to be my junior year of high school. This year was just a little glimpse of what was going to be the rest of my life. Getting my first job was bitter sweet. I had to learn how to manage my time between school, sports, and now a job. After my first week of school I had to start my new job.

My stomach let out one last roar as the waiter set down the plate of tacos accompanied by Spanish rice and beans. I went straight for the chicken taco garnished with cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes. A puddle of my cravings formed at the pit of my mouth as I grabbed the taco and pulled it closer to the portal of my hunger. The crack of the taco shell was as satisfying as the A I received on my final exam last week. My taste buds exploded like fireworks on the fourth of July. The crunch of the fresh lettuce became joyful music to my ears. Each bite become more savoring. I became distracted by the tingle I detected on my tongue and soon realized the tacos were topped with spicy

Have you ever been to Dave and Busters It is so cool. It is so fun because my brother, sister, and cousin work there and there is ice cream and hamburgers.

I played football in high school for all 4 years. My freshmen and sophomore year I wasn't very good. I was a backup and never played. Then came along my junior year, I was still undersized and didn't start but I improved my skill greatly and I started to increase my work ethic. The off-season before my junior year I went hard in the weight room and became strong. I also lost some weight and gained some height. That's hard work in the offseason is what lead to me having a great senior year. My senior year was full of emotion, I felt tired, determined, and at the end of the season I felt sadness with no regret and the love for my brothers. The first thing we had to do to become a great team was build a brotherhood with kids who wanted to try.

Hola burritos, today as I was scrolling through the vast and ever twisted Internets; I came across my boyfriend and future husband gracefully grazing the feeds of Instagram. Me and him grew up from afar and always found it hard to communicate our true feelings, but love waits! ........I'm kidding obviously, our relationship is deeply one sided. Although I'm sure he feels a very special thing missing.*me nigga* Anyways as Jaden does, he caused a little bit of a stir with the photo, exhibiting his further transcendence into androgynous fashion. With painted nails, a skirt, a flower so delicately placed in his hair, a beautifully chiseled torso, and an alluring caption of, "Just Come Here" I was pleased. I Like that he shows that masculinity

It seems to me, that a lot of people when thinking of Sustainment in the way that ADRP 4.0 lays it out see the really big picture of it all. So I’ll go back a couple years back in 2009 for a prime example of a small company based out of a small Combat Outpost on the border of Pakistan/Afghanistan benefitting from the support and services of Army Aviation to continue our warfighting function.

When I was working at Target there were two mangers that I was to train and help if they needed it. The conflict was that they come in and changed everything in our stations. Which was uncomfortable due to that I had more experience and was working there longer. Nothing work well within the ream after that point.

I pulled on the door handle, nothing happened then I realized that the door was locked, i pushed the unlock button and tried again, it worked. I stepped out of the car and caught up with the guys. we some somebody leaning against the ice chest, we waved and walked inside Charlie's. A woman asked us where we wanted to sit and we said we didn’t care, I glanced over and saw a good family friend sitting with a girl. I said hello and then walked to our table. We sat in a room I hadn’t sat in before, there was three men sitting at the bar, and Carlos (a waiter from Applebee's) with a girl, I think they were on a date. Grant, Chazz, Adrian, Bryan, Edgar, and I sat down. We looked at the menus, but I had already been craving one of their pork chile breakfast burritos, with melted cheese and chile covering a plate sized tortilla filled with egg, cheese and pork, my mouth was watering. I told the waitress I would like water to drink. She came back with the water and I told her I wanted the burrito, but as we sat and talked I noticed the fridge

Have you ever been on a vacation? Although I have not been on an enormous amount of vacations, but I have been on a few. Of the four to five vacations I have been on, the most favorable trip I have ever been on was when I was seven years old and my family went to Colorado. There, we explored the nearby towns, went dirt-biking, went on a train, and had some mishaps. We also stopped at some amazing places on the way there, including a huge museum in Kansas City.

Have you ever tried something new? Well I did one day at Kroger a few years ago. It felt funny, because no one else in my family but my dad would eat the food, and it was also a really weird food.

College was a culture shock. Gone were my Asian and Latino friends with whom I found it so easy to relate. I was in a new environment surrounded by strangers from different places and backgrounds. I initially dealt with this by gravitating toward people who were similar to me or appeared to share the same values I had grown up with. Instead of trying to develop relationships with students from diverse backgrounds, I put up my guard, with doubts about how I could relate to them. However, everything changed one fateful night in the college dining hall at the much-anticipated fajita bar.

I have always loved justice, and have a very strong sense of patriotism. I was attacked by a terrorist cell while I was stationed in what was Bhutan. I led my squad out alive, except for our EOD man. He sacrificed himself for the rest of us, and was later recognised with the Medal of Honor.

Eighty hours in one week. A goal which all of my peers insisted I was crazy for even attempting. To the normal working class forty hours is a long week, yet I wanted to double that in only seven days. Working in a muffler shop is hard work, which made eighty hours Mount Everest, and I was determined to reach the summit.

Working at KTXT was the best experience I have had in my professional life. I learned so much at that station that I have no choice but to donate to it when I actually make a decent living. I started out as an fall intern for a semester after taking the previous summer off from school. I always wanted to work in radio, and this was finally my chance to make that happen. And BOOM...I excel at the production side of things! I taught myself years before how to edit video, so editing audio just came natural to me. My production director was relieved that she did not have to teach another student how to edit audio. I was in! I was killing it; editing live shows, sports broadcast, promos, news stories, and then the end of the semester was creeping

Saturday afternoon I jump down from the tractor, splashing mud up my leg, coating my feet in unknown substances since I so naively decided to wear flip flops to work. I groan loudly, and gingerly climb into my truck to make my way home for lunch, glad I have a short day at work and can make my way home for a homemade burger. These have been my weekends for years, with the exception of winters where I am blessed enough to only have indoors work. My job at Windy Ridge Dairy has been time consuming and exhausting, yet beneficial. Full time in the summers and weekends during the school year, some weekdays, of work since 9th grade (summers since 7th) has been difficult, but I’ll never regret the traits such work has brought out in me.