Thursday, February 26, 2009

Young Man: Working in a Pizza Place

Due to getting married this summer, I figured getting a job would be a good idea to help pay for good stuff like food, water, electricity, and, of course, thrift shop steals. I've been at Peppino's Pizzeria for about 10 months. I am a "slice guy," which basically means I need to be able to do anything in the restaurant: make pizzas, make everything else (pasta, subs, calzones, strombolis, etc.), take orders, clean everything, and mop up puke left by wasted college students on game-days. Ah, that's the life. There are four jobs in my pizzeria: register girl (almost never a girl), slice guy, manager, and driver. The driver delivers everything, does the dishes (sometimes...), generally slacks off when it is busy (and we need clean dishes), and takes over an hour to do a mediocre clean-up job in the back. When it is really buys the manager makes pizzas, the register girl takes orders (phone and in-store) and the slice guy does everything else. Otherwise, rule #1 applies: "everyone does everything."

It isn't a bad job. The people are all really cool and it is a very fun place to work. I also get a lot of free food. Home football game-days are hell though. It is eight hours of an endless line of super drunk people. To make it worse, there are usually 6-8 people up front (when there are usually only three) and with space at a premium, the front can get pretty clogged. But we usually make anywhere between $50 and $100 in tips on those days, which can go a long way at the Helping Hands thrift store.

One bad thing is the hours. Being in a college town, they are pretty late, especially since I only work nights. Monday through Wednesday the hours are 5-12, Thursday and Friday are 6:30-3, Saturday is 6-2, and Sunday (which I never work) is 4-10. There is nothing like getting home at 2:45 am on Saturday nights, only to get up at 7:30 and start getting ready for Church.

Not bad for a college student, but definitly not something I'll be doing for the rest of my life (fingers crossed).

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