I can still remember the day I knew I wanted to move to Arizona. I was in Pittsburg, Pennsylvania, working a new store opening for Longhorn Steakhouse. It was a Saturday night and we were getting slammed in the kitchen. My job was to train and coach the new cooks through the shift. I was sweating like I was running a marathon in the summer heat of Arizona. After the big push of guests came through the kitchen, and the new cooks could handle the line, the trainers and I headed to the back line to get a start on the prep for Sunday. I overheard my Training Coordinator talking to some of the other trainers about Arizona. My training Coordinator was telling us that Longhorn had plans to build a store in Chandler, Arizona. He was telling me that Arizona was close to many great places like the Grand Canyon, California, Las Vegas, and Skiing in Colorado. Arizona was really appealing to me because I have never had the opportunity to do a lot of traveling in my life. At that moment, I told myself I was moving to Arizona. I originally had planned on working the new store opening to see if moving to Arizona was what I really wanted to do. When I arrived back to my home store in Columbus, Ohio, I started talking to my managers about my plans. They told me that I would have a job if I decided it was something I wanted to do. I talked to the Regional Manager that was going to be responsible for the store in Arizona. I found out that I couldn’t work the opening because they already had a training team selected. I talked to my general manager again to tell him that I wanted to leave by the first of the year. He told me that I couldn’t, because if I left, he could not staff his kitchen. He told me that I would have to give him time to replace me. I think the whole idea of that move was in hope that I would change my mind. I talked to my Mom about my plans, and she was actually really excited for me. She knew that I really was not happy with my...
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