Everyone is always praising Chick-Fil-A for their incredible customer service and their deliciously tasting chicken.
There are memes and videos everywhere about the service of Chick-Fil-A, there are even Instagram pages about the behind the scenes of employees dropping things and falling. It all seems fun and games and no one ever seems upset. And I'm here to tell you that none of it is a mask, every single one of us is in love with our job.
When I first started working at Chick-Fil-A, I was convinced that it just wasn't the job for me. It was difficult for me to warm up to others after working at my first job for almost three years.
The work was a lot harder and the shifts were a lot longer. Building stamina is a hard thing to do, but I'm forever proud of myself for making it to where I am today.
Today I have been with Chick-Fil-A for nearly a year and have created bonds with not only co-workers but guests as well that I will never forget.
Chick-Fil-A has brought me to one of my best friends, my church home, and a person inside me that I never knew was there. I've grown more as a person in this past year than I ever imagined I would.
Every single one of my co-workers at this company is constantly there for each other, making sure they are where they need to be. Group chats full of prayer requests and praying with each other.
Christmas parties full of happiness and praising Jesus and so much more. This might only be my second job, but I've never worked for such an amazing and caring company.
Having a job that I look forward to going to every day is not something I expected to get out of a fast food restaurant. I never expected to grow so close to co-workers as I have here, and I never expected to meet a best friend that would teach me the word of God and help me through every obstacle I encounter, including getting me through my freshman year of college.
Thank you, Chick-Fil-A for your food, your staff, for your dedication to God, and everything you do in between working hard for your employees and your community.
