Thursday, August 14, 2008

Pizza My Heart



Check me out on David Silverman's Bad Day at Work blog recounting the trials (clumsy accidents) and tribulations (sexual harrassment) of working in a pizzeria.

Few work experiences are as memorable as the time I was 15 and slung hash at Donato’s Pizza in Indianapolis, Indiana. It wasn’t really hash—it was dough, and we couldn’t really sling it, as it came in rigid, frozen discs.

Photo Credit:
lowcarbluxury.com

6 comments:

Mo Diggs said...

A pizzaria with a training video? What's next? Sensitivity training for strip joints?

Abbi said...

Hey, we took care in preparing our pizzas. This weren't no Dunkin Donuts. This weren't no Subway Sandwich Shop. This weren't no (other place where it is completely inappropriate to sell pizzas or even dream of selling them.)

Chris said...

This weren't no (other place where it is completely inappropriate to sell pizzas or even dream of selling them.)

Oooooh, ooooh. Like China Roma in Revere MA. Is it a chinese restaurant? Is it an Italian restaurant? Can you get a chow mein pizza to go?

I hear their sweet and sour gnocchi is to die for.

Chris said...

Damn. No online menu.

http://www.yelp.com/biz/china-roma-revere

Abbi said...

Gross. Our Chinese food restaurants in New York sell Mexican food, as nature intended!

Slava said...

Great story and a happy ending!