Pizza N LOve

        Well as I said I was starting tomorrow, so that means I’m starting today. Well the day started of weird, but now I’m feeling weirdly all right so the first shift shouldn’t be too bad.

“Man I wonder how long my shift is gonna be. Shouldn’t he have told me that before, well at least I ain’t got too much homework.” I muttered to myself. I was just now realizing that my soon to be boss was not very good at managing. I left the bus to take the walk to the pizza store. After the 5 minutes I was in front of the big blue, and pink neon sign in front of the restaurant. As I open the door three bells welcome my return to the store. I walk to the cashier and say

“Umm, I’m suppose to start my shift today.”

“Ohh the boss is right over..” He suddenly gets cut off, and the boss appears from the kitchen door.

“Your late kid, you came at 3:10 yesterday, it’s 3:20 now.” What is this dude talking about, he’s acting like he gave me a time to come in by.

“What , but you didn’t even give me a time to come in by.” Ohh shoot, maybe a little too much sass, ahh whatever screw this guy.

“Ohhh I didn’t, hahha, oops sorry.” He started laughing hysterically at his own mistake for a moment while I was wondering what the heck was happening. Then back to being straight faced he said “Alright go clean the toilet, I left a big one in there and it got clogged I think. After, I’ll train you on how to make pizzas.” Man screw this guy, is he joking.

“Yessir.” I head to the bathroom, the bathroom is at the back of the restaurant facing left of the register. Come to think of it, I’ve never actually used the bathroom here. I open, to a horrendous smell, and a small room with a toilet and a sink crammed next to each other. Damn he was not kidding, this stuff isn’t nearly flushed down, did he even try, and what did he have for lunch? I push the flusher thingy a couple times and it does not work.

“Welp, I’m screwed.” I see my tools there, a plunger next to the toilet, and a small cabinet under the sink with some gloves that were way to thin to be used for cleaning a toilet. Man are you serious, uuuh what a pain. I hit the toilet with the plunger for a bit, I start plunging the toilet, up down, up down till… Yeah lets just say something not to nice floated up. At this rate it was smelling like straight booty, after it floated up I pressed the flusher a couple times and it flushed, thank the heavens. My apologies for the abhorred imagery. Well the whole damn thing took me about 6 minutes to do but it sure felt long. I went back outside to tell the manager, and also it still smelt like crap. I got a spray bottle full of glade, and I sprayed it like mad before I left.

“Hey boss I finished cleaning up the bathroom.”

“Oh you did, hehe, I was just joking about that, but you actually did it, HAHA, nice job their kid.” This freaking bastard. He patted me on the back and cackled.

Then the kid at the front desk shouted “Boss we got an order of 3 pepperoni pizzas.”

“Got it, thank you. Good timing , I’ll show you how it’s done kid.” He took me to the kitchen. It was quite small, a row of toppings, cheese, a tray of dough covered on the top, and a huge brick stone oven. It was pretty intimidating, to be honest.

“All right, look carefully alright, first we're gonna spread out the dough for the pizza.” He took out the dough and put floured under and on top of the dough, and then in an instant a nice round New York pizza appeared. He spread out the dough like magic, tossing it, flipping it, spinning it. It was like I was a kid watching magic. Then he got a ladle of sauce and spread it out, then added a handful of cheese, then the peperonis. While he made the pizza he was quiet unlike before. Then he carefully picked the pizza up in the pizza pan and carefully put it in the oven.

“Alright now you try.” Like hell I can do that old man!! Well that’s what I wanted to say.

“What, I only just saw you do it.” Man that really snapped me out of it.

“Well you don’t know if you don’t try kid, come on. Even if you fail I probably won’t fire ya, HAHa” He put a ball of dough on the table for me. Man what do you mean probably.

“Uhh, okay.” Ohhh dear lord, Help ME Out! Amen. I started to put flour on the bottom and the top of the dough. Then picked it up, oof that’s way softer than I expected, it quickly spread out as I touched it. I put the dough on my hand and tried to toss it up a little, making the dough thin.

“Ooooh.” The boss seemed intrigued at me making pizza as he was looking at me quite intently.

When I felt the dough was spread out enough I grabbed a ladle of tomato sauce, poured the sauce in a swirl motion just like the boss did. Then added the cheese, and then the peperonis. I carefully tried to pick the pizza up, well this is where I struggled. I kept trying to push the pizza on the paddle but it was not cooperating, and the pizza also got a little smooshed. After a couple tries I got it on, and then struggled to put it in the oven.

“Well not too bad, eh.” He started to slow clap. “I’d give it a 6 out of 10.” Shit head. I was at least a 7.8. “You go take the counter, let the other guy tell you what to do, you’ll get another try at the kitchen another day.”

“Yessir.” I headed to the counter, and the other guy walked up to me. This time I took a better look at my dear co worker, he seemed about a little older than me, about 21, he was a skinny white guy bordering between being a redhead, or having brownish hair.

“So how’d you score?” He said to me a little reserved.

“Uhh scored a 6.5.”

His eyes widened “Wow,you might be the first, all the other workers got a 3 or below.”

“What for real, that's cool.” I might be the chosen one, I guess I’m special after all, hehe.

“What’s your name by the way.”

“Uhh, Tupac.”

“Well I’ve never heard of that one before.” He seemed to get more and more comfortable as we talked. “I’m George by the way.”

“Nice to meet ya. Ohh by the way, the boss told me to take the counter.”

“Gotcha, do you know what to do?”

“Uhh, kind maybe.”

“So just take peoples orders here, you can write them on the notepad, but most of the time you just scream it to the boss. Then the prices are basically 7.99 per large, 6.99 for a medium, and 6.50 for a small. You add .60 cents more per topping, and soda is a dollar each. Got it.”

“Gotcha.”

“Alright I’m going to go clean the tables, you have any questions just ask me.”

“Okay.” I stare quietly at an empty Pizzeria for a while. George leaves to the back after a while to probably take a break. Then a singular girl comes out in front. I wasn’t really paying attention so I didn’t really notice at first, and I don’t think she noticed either.

“Can I help you miss.” I blurt out after a while. Then our eyes meet, what are the chances milk chocolate. Her eyes widen a little when she sees me, and mines do too.

“Ohh hey there” She said in a nice soft voice.

“Hey.” We stood there in the silence, and then she said

“Uhhh, I’m here to pick up three pies.”

“Ohh lemme go an get them.” I look behind to yell for the boss, but before I did 3 pies appeared behind me. I picked them up and asked “Anything else.” As I was looking at the pies I wondered what is she gonna do with three pies, it is a friday, but three pies though, maybe a little excessive for just the Friday. She must of caught on to me staring at her pies cause then she said

“It’s not just for me I swear, my cousins are over today, and they eat a lot.” She said it with just a faint embarrassment. That was cute.

“I didn’t say anything.”

“Good ” She said while pointing at me. She picked up her pies, and said “Nice seeing you.”

“Yeah, nice seeing you too.” Then she started to walk out.

“Seeya.”

“Seeya.” Then she turned around, eyes to the ground, but maybe a second on me and pushed the door open with her back and left. Wow I felt like my heart was boutta explore. Quite the unexpected visitor, I slouched down and laid on the counter for a bit to catch my breath. Then I hear the boss out the back

“Who is that your girlfriend.”

“No.” I said a little defensively

“You mean not yet right. HAHA.” He started to cackle at his own joke again, the damn bastard. “You know you could’ve at least held the door for her. HaHAHA.”

“Yeah I know.” After that my shift was quite quiet with a few customers. Then after having to ask for my schedule from my boss, he said “just come Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Wednesday if you can.” I’d work from 3:20 to 9:20 three days a week starting from that day.