Let see… I have to catch up on my blog entries for my summer
English class. Well, I am heating up some flour tortillas to satisfy my hunger
momentarily as I do some homework. As I am flipping the tortillas over the
heated stove it reminds me of a story from my first job where I worked at Papa
Murphy’s. This pizza place was a take n’ bake gig so there were no ovens in the
store. Until we got a new manager who gave us the privilege of keeping a small
oven in the back of the store in cases when we would get hungry. No one had official
lunch breaks, so most of the time people wouldn’t bring a lunch to work and
would instead eat before or after work. If it was possible to eat during work,
one would munch on one of our salads or a bag of croutons, but depending on how
many people were working there was not a suitable time to just kick back and
enjoy a meal at work. Any who, we had a manager that brought a small oven so we
had a chance to actually bake a pizza at work and take turns to eat a slice.
One night, it was towards closing time and my co-worker and I were really
hungry from our work day, so we made a pizza. As it was time to take the pizza
out, I was so hungry I guess I ended up just using my hands to get the pizza out
of the oven. I know what you are thinking, OW!
But on the contrary it didn’t hurt stabilizing the medium pizza on my
finger tips and sliding it on top of the table that was not far at all from the
oven. My co-worker could not believe that I just did what I did and in shock
that I didn’t burn myself or squealed by the pain of the heat. I commented
right after, “It must be my tortilla flipping fingers that helped me out”. We both
busted up laughing and enjoyed our freshly baked pizza.
Boy, my tummy is rumbling for a slice now.
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