Drones
Today I was a pizza drone. That's right, I was part of a team of mindless drones who made 1,100 pizzas. I cut wax paper, spread pizza sauce, and added meat, pineapple, and cheese to a vast sea of pizza shells all while listening to music from a grade 11 girl's Ipod.
I disliked pepperoni pizza before tonight, and now I despise it. I can still smell the meat. I think the smell has permeated my pores.
I think I wrecked my rotator cuff, no jokes.
The lady in charge, who incidentally stood around in the kitchen and was NOT involved in doing any menial labor, has decided the fund-raiser was so profitable that we will do it again in February. *cry* I will be sick on that day.
I just hope everyone enjoys the pizza after all that work. . .
I disliked pepperoni pizza before tonight, and now I despise it. I can still smell the meat. I think the smell has permeated my pores.
I think I wrecked my rotator cuff, no jokes.
The lady in charge, who incidentally stood around in the kitchen and was NOT involved in doing any menial labor, has decided the fund-raiser was so profitable that we will do it again in February. *cry* I will be sick on that day.
I just hope everyone enjoys the pizza after all that work. . .