There are a few points in my life that I know changed me drastically and my three years working at Joe’s Crab Shack in San Francisco was for sure the beginning on the change into adulthood.
I had a weird emotionally reaction I can’t explain. It’s been years since I worked there but I have a connection to that place almost like a child with a blanket.
Before I got hired I was a pretty sheltered person, pretty shy. I had been in San Francisco for about six months and hadn’t managed to make one friend. My roommates hated my guts and I hated theirs. I was running out of money quickly. I need to find a job and fast. I happen to get a interview and got hired on the spot.
At first it was really hard. Customers suck and for awhile I didn’t like any of my coworkers. I didn’t talk to anyone really for a few months until this guy Gio make it hard not to talk. I invited him to a Dillion Francis show at EPR and that was it, I was in.
One simple post won’t explain the shit that happened in that restaurant. I could write a pretty entertaining book of everything I experienced.
Just know I fell in love there, I’ve cried there, emotionally broke down, wanted to fucking fight someone there, done multiply drugs, danced, and the list goes on.
The people I worked with are some twisted fucked up family but I will love them till the day I die. They are a huge staple of who I am now and I love myself and how they helped me along the way.