I'm going to pass out

[maderr]

Okay, so I wasn't stuck on landing all night. I did makeline for the first four hours, but right at 4:00, when it starts getting busy I get ordered off that and onto landing. Why? Because no one else in there could hack it.

So for the next two hours I managed all three ovens solo. I had people pop in from time to time but for the most part those ovens were my bitches. The day I'm sent to hell I'm just going to start laughing, b/c I seriously doubt anything is hotter than standing beside those damnable ovens, bending, stretching, etc. to manage god knows how many pizzas. I finally got some help, but around seven they finally let me do something else before I either passed out or bit someone's head off. I think the place was in shambles when I left to go home an hour later (and I'm not bragging - the guy that used to be the Best Ever has turned lazy.)

Then I got stuck on sheet-outs, which is fun except that I'm allergic to the pizza flour. Right now I'm so covered in the stuff I look like a damned ghost. I'm also sneezing and feeling vaguely dizzy so I'm probably going to get a shower in a moment.

Other than that, pretty uneventful. I was tallying my day in my head while I walked home. In three hours I went from ticket # 120 to # 400 (roughly). About two pizzas per tick...I landed about 540 pizzas in three hours. We'll quadruple that at least by closing time, and it's not including what was landed before I took over. The only reason I think of this is because I was watching this dumb Superbowl special on the food channel, and their spot on pizza was at a Domino's. That stupid store bragged about doing 350 pies a night for superbowl. Ahahahahaha.

Okay I'm done now.

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[starparty.livejournal.com]

good. as much as I'd like to keep talking to you I'd rather have a rested co-ruler to chat with tomorrow.

neeep! I'm still not happy... *sees look, thinks better of whine* On it's way mam.