As a current employee of the very successful chain restaurant of Panago Pizza I am here to explain my riveting job and the mind blowing experiences of a Panago employee. I start my shift off by chatting with other co workers in hopes that they will distract me from the clock that always seems to freeze as soon as I enter my work place. Leading up to the days I work I feel this blanket of impending doom settle over me and it does not leave me until that blissful, freeing moment on Saturday night when I leave Panago and happily do not look back until the following Thursday. At work I usually tend to stare off into an oblivion and contemplate quitting the job that supports my obsession of iced coffees and unnecessary beauty products. There are days when I want to curl up in the back next to the box of sauces and gluten free crusts and release the emotions I have towards this god awful job. Usually there's an hour rush of nonstop pizzas, whining costumers and an endless need for more jalapeno ranch dip. But then, after the storm settles I spend the rest of my shift wondering around the store attempting to look busy and occasionally peeking at my phone to see if the world outside has come to an abrupt end or if my friends have passed out from a Starbucks coma yet.
Folding boxes, slapping dough, and dusting random objects entertains me for at the most 8.5 hours. Eventually my night comes to an end. During the last ten minutes a sort of unattainable happiness engulfs me and I happily fill out my time card and take off the black, flour covers baseball hat that contains my greasy slicked back hair that will resemble a bird's nest for the rest of my night. I say my goodbyes and am released back into the world. Finally, I am free again. But then I do it all over again the next day...
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