February 29, 2004

Pizza The Hut

Sunday, March 7th, 2004 marks the end of an era for me. I began working for The Hut with an open mind, but after a year (damn… a full year) of bad gas mileage, annoying customers, washing dishes, being ripped off by children, almost crashing into co-workers, not being able to speak Spanish, never once getting off at the time it says on the schedule, eating greasy pizza four days a week, having my car smell like pepperoni and ASS, never having the weekend off, missing out on meals when Liz comes to town, JENNIFER, a seven cent raise (good job!), and just one person too many tipping me entirely in nickels, I am more than ready to call it quits and move on to my new position at Staples. There will for sure be some things I miss, and I’m sure time will be kind to my remembrance of The Hut, but in the end, I hope this entry jogs my memory.

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