I started a new job right, so, I'm the new guy. Its not I 'know' how to make pizza, cause I don't. But what I do know is that that pizza oven is one hot muthafucker. I have the stripes, burns to prove it. I always wanted to know how to make real pizza, like out of a pizza shop, so know I am getting my chance. I like it so far, but I'm in the phase of just watching which is fine with me. I'm gonna give it another week before I actually put my hands on some dough. People are very strange when it comes to their pizza. 2 pizza makers, one day and one night, both their pies will taste completely different. so my job is to handle the counter, answer the phone, make sandwiches and salads and ring up customers.
The people I work with are beautiful, meaning they are good looking. I'm not talking about the guys, the females. I have already gave one who I have eyes on a nickname, 'Punk Fairy'. She cracked up when she heard this. I told her she is a Fairy who lost her wings last night partying too hard. She can't remember where, or who house she crashed in last night.
So, one of my childhood girlfriends is taking me out to dinner, this week, Thursday. Since all we have been doing is emailing each other, she has stated in her email that I am already hers. She hasn't even met me face to face yet, but she wants me. I told her that I am a slim guy, on the skinny side. She says that I might not want to be with her cause she has put on some weight. I don't care about how you look, it's how you treat me in the long run.
My work days are 10 -12 hours long
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
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