5-6: wander around the kitchen and try to understand what the old italian man that runs the place is saying. he points out all the things that could be cleaned and fixed and says he likes having a girl employee because they’re cleaner and care and will talk more.
6-7: he cuts dough for pizza and throws them in trays, i ball them up once they’re in the trays. some of the trays are really dirty but instead of washing them he shows me how to just scrape all the junk out.
7-8: we spray off a whiteboard door thing. i think he just wanted me to clean it so he could show me how powerful the degreaser he has is. after getting the board clean he begins to scribble all over it brainstorming his business schemes. he says i need to help him come up with a name for the gluten free market.
8-9: he says not only do we have pizza but also smoothies. he teaches me how to make the smoothies and says smoothies in a cliche italian accent. it’s hard not to laugh, but the smoothie was delcious. he shows me all the other locations he wants to open up businesses and asks which one he should pick. i read him a really confusing contract.
9-10: someone calls for a vegan pizza to be picked up. i learn how it’s made. we find a bunch of bad moldy dough in the fridge that i scrape off into the garbage. he just throws the garbage bags on the ground. he said that the garbage just goes in the truck. we return to looking at locations on google maps including some weird town where everything is Scandinavian themed. he says he’ll take me there. i show him the canyon in twin falls and my old houses in ashland. he grabs me and tries to get me to sit on his lap.
10-11: i notice there’s a microphone and mixer. i ask why he does it and he says he sings, it’s his pastime. karaoke begins. he sings sappy love songs and dedicates most of them to me before moving onto sad nirvana and pearl jam songs. he tries to get me to do it, i refuse.
11-12: still more karaoke. he grabs my chin and pinches my nose a lot. then we look at his facebook page. he shows me a russian who is too made up and touches up all her pictures. he tells me he doesn’t like it. we talk about the internet, i start yawning, he says “oh you’re tired, oh you need your beauty rest.” i nod and as i’m leaving he says he’ll miss my beauty. i tell him i’ll be back at five the next day. he says we can spend thursday thinking about how to make the business better and why it is so slow.
here’s the question internet? do i quit? or do i hold out because there could be awesome future blog posts from this ridiculous job?
