my experience helping friends

I went in to eat late Sunday night after getting back from a wedding in Duluth to Culvers in Chaska where I worked during the school year and summer as a full time manger. I found that my friend who is also a manger was struggling that day because many had not shown up to work. My friend told me he was having the worst night ever, I asked him if he would like me to work and help out. I hadn’t worked in a long time and I did not even have my uniform but I could not watch as my friend and the crew working that night suffered do to the lack of good experienced workers. I called my dad and asked him to bring my uniform while I helped out. I went got a apron took someone’s hat I found in the back and went up front in my plaid shirt and blue jeans and punched in. I worked for four hours that night taking care of closing manger details as my friend josh worked on closing the kitchen. The owner Mark was surprised to see me working because he knew that I was In college and that I had class to attend early the next day. Not to mention a hour drive to look forward to the next morning. I stayed to 10:30 that night helping out everyone and when I went to leave I thought and I would check and see how Josh was doing he said that he could never thank me enough for helping that night and said he was looking forward to the next time I came back from Mankato.

my first memory

My first memory that I can recall was being in front of a cake and I remember my dad standing on the other side of the cake he had a mustache back then. looking back I think that was my 3rd birthday because I remember there being three candles on the cake. I remember my mom and dad both blowing out the candles on the cake and everyone seemed happy. All I know is I was really confused on whats going on. I think that is when I got the blanket that still remains in my room today. Alot of the memory is blurry on what happened, it is mostly flashes on the one event. We could of been celebrating my sisters birthday because I later found out around the age of 10 that the blanket in my room was given to sister on her birthday. It just happens that I liked it more and took it from her.