Pizza, pizza, and...more pizza.

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I did not know that my ankles were capable of producing this much pain. I stood for about 7 hours straight on my job, and they hurt like you would not believe. This old guy tipped me about $15 for talking to him and making him a special pizza, and this new girl walks in and takes it. I was mad. So, I made about $4 in tips. This girl apparently doesn't like me. But I don't know why. I don't even know her name! She just gave me this awful look. I'm not talking a "Hey, I don't like you." look. I'm talking about a "Go die." look. Not even kidding. Maybe she thinks she knows me or something. Whatever. I skinned my knuckles against a pizza pan...I burned my other hand against a cinnamon bun tray...and I made pizza for about 5 hours altogether.

The funny part is, I love my job. Not even joking. I love making pizza and hanging out with the people and talking to the little kids while I'm bussing. It just wears on you, standing for so long, lifting stuff... and it's hot. But if it gets really hot, you can step in the freezer for a few seconds and then you're alright. lol. I love making dessert pizza. Haha. Especially chocolate chip.

But my boss was really impressed with me. So I have a little sense of fufillment going on. Everything I did he commented on how well I was doing. So I'm pretty happy with myself, thank you. Even if that chic does hate me for no reason. Maybe I'll win her over someday. Oh well.

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I'm glad you like your job!

Congrats on the new job! And don't worry about that other girl. Once she sees you work hard, she'll be happy to have you on board. Chin up!

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