Who Would I Be....

...if it weren't for the Biscuit. To tell the truth, I feel as if my entire life has revolved around the Biscuit for the past 7 years. My name has become synonymous with the Biscuit. At the gym, in the stores... pretty much wherever I am, people call me "Mr. Biscuit". Maybe it's because I drive the Biscuit car. Maybe it's because I am never caught without a Biscuit logo on my shirt. Maybe it's because all I ever do is talk about/ promote/ sing the praises of the Biscuit 24/7.

I feel like these days are coming to an end. Starting on Monday, my job will be so drastically different. They have already replaced me. Someone else will be calling the shots-- sitting at my desk-- answering my emails and phone calls. Someone else will be unlocking the doors in the morning- brewing the coffee, cooking the biscuits.

I haven't lost my job (yet). I'm still on the payroll-- forced to watch someone else do my job. It'll be hard to witness. I know that I am just being used as a safety net-- someone to turn to when things aren't going right. A disposable safety net.

The Biscuit has been very good to me over the years. I've worked hard and learned plenty. If it's over, it's over and I am better for having had the experiences that I have had. I've learned every facet of the restaurant business-- I've bussed tables, waited tables, washed dishes and taken out the garbage. I've done the accounting, the marketing, the scheduling, the inventory and the payroll. I've taken a catering dept from under $30k/year to over $200k/year, doubling sales each year single-handedly. My resume will be impressive.

It's hard to see it all come to an end. I don't want to say goodbye. Not yet.