Supposably, Side Dish sold a raw pizza. It cooked out the outside but not on the inside. A customer called to complain and then showed up to complain once more. The Management asked her where the pizza was and she said she had thrown it away. I don’t believe it. Sure, there might had been a little dough, it happens. However, if you are going to show up, why not bring the pizza?? We could have at least been able to do something. I never take anyone by their word. Everyone is a big fat liar until proven guilty and if you had the pizza, bring it… I think she ate the pizza…  what do you think?

Once again this little guy is nothing but a pain in the butt. This time we had to get mad at him for his improper handling of a knife. All of us carry a knife down by our leg. Never do we point it at someone nor do we hold it out in front of us as we walk. The main area is a fast paced hub of activity and we are usually running back and forth without watching what is going on because we have customers coming at us left and right and orders everywhere. We need to be able to trust each other and we don’t need someone with a knife in their hand as we run, pivot, and place pizza in the oven. Reggae could not allow our request to sink into his brain. He couldn’t hold the knife down by his side. No matter how many times he had it in his hand, he could not or would not carry it correctly. I am wondering if he really is retarded like the others have whispered?!

Reggae has trouble stacking pop into the cooler as I mentioned in the previous post. When we were kiddies we used blocks and stacked them on top of each other. Reggae cannot do this. Take one can and stack it on top of the other. Reggae cannot stack pop to save his life. I sometimes have to go hide in the back room because I get so pissed off that he was hired and now is taking our hours. I could have used another 10 or 15 hours a week. Sure, I work 60 now and yes, I’m greedy but I have more work to do after Reggae’s shift because he makes a complete and utter mess. I just don’t get it. Didn’t his Momma teach him to stack blocks? Didn’t she buy him puzzles and games that took a little thought?

Reggae was (trying) to fill the cooler with pop today. After many failed attempts to stack pop cans on top of each other he decided to leave only one can instead of the two which the cooler needs. He brought a case of pop over to the cooler and struggled with pulling open the plastic. I sat down and watched because I knew something was going to go wrong. He struggled for at least 15 minutes to rip the plastic and then went and picked up a knife. I tryed to get The Management’s attention and both of us just watched Reggae. We didn’t help which would have been the nice and helpful thing to do. We couldn’t. It’s as if some force wanted to see what would happen next. Reggae picked up the knife and began to slice through the plastic. He cut the plastic on the front of the case of pop and next he tried the side. All of a sudden there was a bang and we were all being sprayed by Coke Classic. It was as if we were running across the grass in our bare feet and the sprinkler was on. What a mess!!!! What an idiot..

It takes 7 minutes from start to finish to complete a pizza. You start with a ball of dough. You take it out of the bag, knead it, love it, want it, sorry, I’m thinking about The Manager now. Ooops!!! You roll out the dough, put it on a screen, decorate it and put it into the oven. It comes out about 5 minutes and 30 seconds later. You put it in a box, cut it into slices and send it on it’s way. For some reason a great deal of people come into the store and are appalled by the fact they have to wait for their pizza. We make everything ourselves. Dough, sauce, donair sauce, donair meat etc. You’d think they would appreciate the fact that their pizza is made up fresh right before their eyes. I’ve debated whether or not the next time I get an impatient customer that I give them a stale pizza and see how happy they are about that.

On any large pizza you can have five toppings. A half topping is considered a whole topping. Cheese is not free. It is considered a topping because it is the most expensive topping. One block of cheese costs $30. With that said, taking orders from people who seem reasonably intelligent is a full time job. I am very up front. I give them the facts right away. Five Toppings and cheese is considered a topping. Still, it’s like staring into the eyes of a cow. Blank! You want to grab them from the other side of the counter and shake them. Five Toppings!!! Cheese is a topping!!! No you cannot have half of each topping!!! If you are that stupid and you mock me for having a shit job, do I have the right to slap you for annoying me?

Did you know the secret ingredient in pizza sauce is chicken stock? Now, you know!!!

We have kids who are regulars in the store. I don’t mind the kids. I was young once. Wait a minute, I still am. I can relate to them. One of the younger girls was at the cash and ordered a slice and a Coke with her Mom. It’s $4.50. She handed me a $5 and I handed back the 50 cents. She said, "Keep it, it’s a tip." I smiled and said, "Thank you." Nice story, huh? The girls Mom stood in front of me with her hand out and made me give her the 50 cents back.

Holy crap, am I the only one who didn’t know? I thought he was the best looking one in the band. -sigh- another cutie lost to the dark side..

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Reggae walked into the back room where the dough was being made and exclaimed, "Yeast is amazing because it’s alive."

The Big Boss at South Side is a very skinny, short man from the other side of the world. He wears a lot of mismatched clothes, a lot of red, and he is usually skuttling around the store in his jammie pants and flip flops. He speaks broken English, flirts with any chick with big tits and gives a discount to every bitch this side of the Mississippi. He is a royal pain in the ass. When I first started out at South Side he would throw little bits of dough at me and make a few comments. It got old really fast. Now, he leaves me alone. He calls me honey and that is okay because I call customers I like my love, cockie or duckie. As long as he doesn’t touch me, he still has a dick. Let me break it down a little for you though - Kaysar from Big Brother 6 and 7 is hot. The Big Boss, he’s the opposite although the girls like him. They get discounts because in all truths, chicks ho themselves to save the tax on their slice of pizza.

This older balding gent walked into South Side earlier today and the new guy who started last week was a little too eager and told the balding asshole with the small penis that his pizza slice would be ready in 5 minutes. The asshole with the tight shorts walked out and came back in again as the new guy was taking the pizza out of the oven. He stomped past all the customers and in his whining, I have not been laid in 10 years voice cried out, "It’s been 7 minutes. I thought you said 5." Being the cheery girl I am after seeing the look of distraught on the new guys face, I exclaimed, "Sorry sir, there was a customer before you. You’ll have to get in line and wait your turn. We don’t appreciate butters in line here." He stared at me, giving me the evil eye and I smiled at him with the sweetest smile I could muster and wished him a lovely day as the Big Boss walked in. It was brilliant. I had him by the balls and he could not say anything because no one heard me put him in his place.