Ok, quick rant:

The most annoying thing in the world is when your boss asks you if you want to do your job.

"Allison, do you want to do dishes?"
"Well, ah, no, not really, but I will."

"Allison, would you like to go clean the bathrooms?"
"Yes, sahib. Why, there's nothing I love more than being paid less than four bucks an hour to scrub urinals."

"Allison, would you be willing to go fill the salad bar right now?"
"Fuck no, bitch."

Ok, maybe I just really don't like filling the salad bar. That's pretty much the one part of my job that I absolutely loathe. I don't really know why; it just irks me.

That said, I love my job, even when we do close an hour and a half late and I have to make a Hy-Vee run and a 30-minute commute that results in me getting home at 1:15 on a school night. I may be sleepy, but I made $44 for 7 hours' work, about 2 hours of which consisted of folding pizza boxes, wrapping silverware, and jamming out to David Bowie with the new cook.

Corporate Pizza Joint gets a gold star for the day.

Ooh, and I totally got a hit for "little lolita illegal porn" today.