Pizza Girl

Yep, I am officially one of the pizza girls, or at least that is what I am called by the patrons and volunteers of the Ann Arbor summer festival. Working at the pizza restaurant isn't entirely bad. At first, I hated it. One of my first days, the boss made me clean behind the deep fryer. I had to go down on my hands and knees underneath it, and scoop up piles of black oil scum with a spatula. It wasn't fun. I am still having some kitchen adventures though... the other day I set a huge flour bag on fire by accident. Then I didn't know what to do, so I just pointed at it helplessly until somebody else put it out. I also manage to spill and/or drop something just about every day, and I also suck at the cash-register. After ringing up a customer, usually I will realize later that I undercharged them for something, or the customer will realize that I overcharged them for something, and come storming back. Other customers are extremely demanding. One woman asked if we had sea-salt instead of regular salt to put on her pizza. Another customer ordered spaghetti with meatballs, with alfredo sauce on one half, and marinera sauce on the other half. When we served it to him, he looked disappointed and said that he meant to have the different sauces mixed together. Argh.

But still, I have fun there. I really like all the other workers. They are all about my age, and we are constantly joking around with each other. I am also getting to know the regulars that come in. Some can be a little quirky, but most are very nice. So, other than the fact that I am working way too much (seven days a week), life is pretty good. I am also getting ready for my vacation to Greece with my grandpa, in July, and for my stay in China in August. My dad and I are trying to get my visa figured out so that I will be able to stay in China the entire year. But anyways, I must go get ready to go to work. So as we would say in the pizzeria... Ciao!