Closing Time

So last night I helped close for the first time ever. In all honesty, it was one of the funnest things ever. I know that sounds strange, considering I was at work, but I wasn't even on the clock anymore, but it really was super fun.

I had come in at 12:30, and help my manager get ready for la rush and whatnot. I am not a giant fan of going in early like that; I hate the day shift, honestly.  Pretty much I end up getting stuck making pizzas all by myself. It sucks because there are BYU games on Saturdays and therefore it is busy and I sort of am not the fastest when it comes making pizza. I mean, I am not slow.... just not frikin speedy. Anyway, so that wasn't super fun. Also, we had a giant GIANT timed order for 7:30, so I started trying to make it before the rush and what not. I ended up only being able to make 10 of like, 35, 40 pizzas before we started getting busy. So they got to sit in the walk-in during the rush until the order dropped. So I helped make it, and then my boss wanted me to help her pull pizzas out of the oven. This is all well and good, and it is usually what happens on Fridays and Saturdays.  It was fine, except for the fact that she went to start bagging it, and left me to fend for myself on the ovens. I am used to pulling ovens myself, but I usually do it on weekdays when we aren't busy. I actually held my own very well. It was just frustrating. In the end, I had a nine and a half hour shift. Which is a new record for me.

But then I decided that I didn't want to go home, I wanted to stay and hand out. This isn't unusual for me. No, I am not a total loser. It is just that some of my best friends are there, and also, it is fun. So I just sort of hung out, talkin' to Mr. Tall and Smitty when a big order happened. I decided to just sort of help out, cuz I was feeling all useless. So I was helping them make pizzas and Mr. Tall said something snarky that I can't remember, and then I responded with something sanrky, and then this continued, and then I ended up splashing him with sauce. The spoodle actually had more sauce in it then I thought, and so it might have gotten all over him, and on the wall behind him. It was pretty funny, except then Mr. Tall was pissed at me. Remember how he threw dough at my face, and then I didn't talk to him? That is what happened, except it was him not talking to me. It was funny because I could tell that he was trying not to smile because I was ranting at him to not hate me. He ended up talking to me again, so that was nice. I followed him around as he was cleaning stuff up and doing inventory and what not, and it was actually super fun. He can count like a boss. Anyways, I kept on asking him how I could be helpful, and he kept on telling me that I couldn't because he has a method that he didn't want me to interrupt. So I felt pretty useless. And then I started following Smitty around because Mr. Tall started doing dishes, and I don't like dishes. Smitty was more okay with me helping him, even though he too had a routine that he didn't want to be screwed up.  I helped him scrape dried sauce off of stuff while he told me about his whole life. It was rather grand and entertaining. I know it sounds stupid, but it was super fun.

And thus my story of closing ends. Wasn't it grand?

Love always,
Holly