Ok listen to my tales and stories of wisdom and woe my fellow Plebians (God knows Taco's discord loves them). I went into work today with my happy fucking self ready to get work done, and the manager immediately gets on my ass along with my other employees. He says that this place is a mess, and we have to clean it up. I'm looking around, and last night's shift didn't even do their clean-up. This obviously makes the Devolian perturbed, having to do someone else's work that they should've done in the first place. As we get the mop water and sinks ready for cleaning, the alleys have opened up. I get to my station and start cooking like someone who knows what they're doing while the others clean. Out of nowhere, 5 fucking clusters of people come up to the register. One group is from the church, two for birthdays, and 2 for league. They order 18 pizzas altogether. Obviously I'm shock of how many pizzas we got to make and hop on it immediately...except there's one problem: the manager decided it'd be a good idea to clean the pizza station even though he just heard all those orders.
I'm mad, the customers are getting mad because of no pizza, HE gets mad because we're APPARENTLY not doing our job. I have to clean all the fucking dishes so we had enough screens and pans for all the pizza, and even more. It was a kitchen's worth of dishes. I FINALLY get that done, and make 18 pizzas, one after another, just getting sick and tired of these fucking overrated sauce disks. And when I'm halfway in, THERE'S EVEN MORE GROUPS, WANTING FUCKING PIZZA. I made 38 pizzas that day, over $600 in pizza sales only. I'm exhausted, I'm fuming because we're in a shortage of pizza cheese and have to use the taco cheese, WHILE I ALSO MAKE ALMOST ALL OF THE MEALS BECAUSE THAT BITCH WOULDN'T GET OFF HER FUCKING PHONE AND DO HER GODDAMN JOB.