#lemon pepper

strain: lemon pepper

date: january 6 2023

rating: five stars

effects: aroused, creative, energetic, euphoric

comment:

Good strain! Now get rid of that bullshit picture and let me post the version I am smoking on!

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Four years.

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Four years of grease burns, late nights, fryer alarms, broken headsets, slammed rushes, and the smell of lemon pepper permanently living in my clothes.

People think jobs like Wingstop are temporary.

But places like that change you.

You learn how to move fast.

How to read people instantly.

How to survive stress while smiling at somebody asking where their ranch is for the fourth time.

You learn who cracks under pressure.

Who disappears during rushes.

Who actually shows up when things go bad.

And somehow…

I stayed.

Worked my way up.

Learned management.

Learned leadership.

Learned how hard it is to hold a team together when everybody’s exhausted, underpaid, emotionally cooked, and still expected to smile through it.

That kitchen was chaos.

Printers screaming nonstop.

Oil popping like gunfire.

Sweat running down your back.

Somebody yelling “WHERE’S THE TEN PIECE?”

Another person calling out.

Another person quitting.

Another Friday night feeling like combat over chicken wings.

But there was something beautiful in it too.

A weird family built out of stress and survival.

Inside jokes.

Closing shifts.

Music blasting after the rush finally died.

Laughing so hard you forgot how miserable you were for five minutes.

That place taught me more about people

than any classroom ever could.

And then one day—

I broke.

Not dramatically at first.

Quietly.

The kind of exhaustion that builds for years underneath your skin until one small thing finally cracks the entire foundation.

And when it happened, it happened hard.

My first real mental breakdown.

Not “stressed.”

Not “burnt out.”

Broken.

The kind where your thoughts stop feeling organized.

Where anger and exhaustion and disappointment all fuse together into one uncontrollable fire.

And yeah…

I told the boss to fuck off.

Honestly?

That part almost felt traditional at that point.

Every job I’ve ever outgrown ended the same way—

like a bridge catching fire behind me while I walked away pretending not to look back.

But this one was different.

Because even after all of it…

I still go back.

Still order the food.

Still crave it randomly at night.

Still smell those fries and instantly remember entire years of my life.

Because Wingstop wasn’t just a job.

It was a chapter.

A messy one.

An exhausting one.

A formative one.

A place where I learned leadership, pressure, loyalty, burnout, people, conflict, patience, and my own limits all at once.

And no matter how chaotic it got…

no matter how badly it ended…

It still holds a weird permanent place in my heart.

Because sometimes the places that nearly destroy you

also help build the strongest parts of who you become.

And honestly?

Those hot lemon wings still hit every single time. 🔥🙌❤️