FlossMan - EAT THE MUFFIN

I ran my first shift at P. Murph’s today, and it was… interesting.

A little background… yes, I work at a pizza place. No, it’s not very interesting. Yes, I smell like pizza right now.

Anyway, I recently got promoted to shift manager, which includes a decent pay raise and 30% more bitching from Jen… but the pay raise and the small amount of responsibility is nice. Today was my first shift to run, and Sundays are normally pretty quiet, but we got hit hard today… 180 pizzas, I would say, and it seemed like most of them were too complicated for their own good. I survived, though, and Otis said I did a good job… so, sometimes “trial by fire” works.

More later, once I’m conscious.

One day you blew across the water after racing through the countdown,
Spewing ancient wisdom like your friends the revelations had come,
And they were looking for me.
I took the red-eye back to glory but the more I got the facts straight,
It turns out that the story’s getting shorter,
And what I want to know is: will it happen to me?

Can’t take them out, can’t take them out with baby artillery.
Can’t take them, can’t take them out,
Lady, it’s secretarial. Secretarial.

We’ve been divided, we’ve decided it’s a problem we can live with,
The motion to defeat it is repeated,
And what I want to know is: will it happen to me?
So come on, let the son in, we’ve been gunning for promotion,
Postering the slogans on the roadsigns,
But I want to know when it happens to me.

Can’t take them out, can’t take them out with baby artillery.
Can’t take them, can’t take them out,
Lady, it’s secretarial. Secretarial.

Can’t take them out, can’t take them out with baby artillery.
Can’t take them, can’t take them out,
Lady, it’s secretarial. Secretarial.