You call them Coworkers I call them Family

       I walked into Cinder's on Kensington for the second time in my life 18 months ago.  The first had been for lunch with my mother, but this was different.  I asked for an application and returned to hand it in.  I was interviewed by an extremely passionate, somewhat intimidating woman whom I've since come to know as the most committed and hard-working boss I can imagine.
      I began as a hostess, seating customers and taking carry-out orders.  After months of asking to serve, my boss finally gave it a shot:)  I learned each day what it meant to truly wait on customers and attend their every need: to suck it up when customers frustrated me and to please every person who sat in my section.
     My incredible family of coworkers guided me through each moment, joking, instructing, advising, and poking fun. They celebrated with me and laughed as I circled the restaurant dancing and singing.  They understood when I made mistakes, and cared enough to forget them.  Finally, they sent me off with best wishes, and the blessing only family can give.
     Cinder's family, you have supported me, grown me, laughed with (and at) me, sung with me (even when you didn't want to,) believed in me, encouraged me and loved me.  I love you all!  Keep the customers happy when I'm gone and remember to work together :D  I'll see y'all soon.