I got a job.

[noob3]

Yee haw.

I deliver pizzas like a fucking monkey. It's a under the table pay job at a tacky pizza place, so it's not just delivering pizzas. No no no. I get payed 5.25 an hour, 0.60 cents commission per order and tips. I get to perform fun-fun tasks such as food prepping, when the chef makes somthing I cut it or wrap it up before I bag it and go. I get to do door hangers and hand out menus to like 15 hotels a day. I also wash all he dishes and do most of the clean-up. Maybe all delivery personell jobs are like this, I don't know. It's cool because they all smoke weed in the back, where the vents are. You can smoke cigarettes anywhere in the store, just not where customers can see you when any are there.

I once dropped a sandwitch on the floor, in this really nasty aged grease pile. Mike (the day manager/cook, who is also insane) didn't see, so I boxed it up anyways. I had to take it to Sleep Inn, and they didn't even tip me. But I didn't care, I found it all funny. The front desk there gets discounts on all thier orders, because they put our menus in thier rooms. It's always the same fucker at the desk everytime, he never tips me. I try to make fucking up thier food ritual and now I ash in thier pizza.

PS - Hello.