Stepping into the bustling KFC, my nerves jangled like a bucket of chicken on a crowded table. The aroma of fried goodness wafted through the air, momentarily distracting me from the impending interview. Straightening my collar and smoothing out my resume for the umpteenth time, I braced myself for the manager's scrutiny. As I sat across from them, their gaze felt like a heat lamp, intensifying my anxiety. Their questions probed deep, testing my knowledge of customer service and ability to handle pressure. Despite the nerves, I plastered on a smile, hoping to convey enthusiasm and determination. Each moment felt like an eternity, yet the hope of joining the KFC team, fueled by visions of crispy chicken and golden fries, kept me anchored in the moment.

Meet the shop owner and had a discussion. Was not very long and more about me than experience. I got the job as a was a chef before at a Michelin star restaurant. Cooking chicken in a pressure cooker is more fun than my last job.