Deep Inside My Thoughts

So I’ve started out at Pizza Hut in Kansas. It’s totally different than my old store–more cramped, and not enough space for anything. It’s weird to me to have so many things just shoved wherever there is space.

For example, take simple items such as pizza pans. Now the Columbus store had hundreds of them, pretty much more than we ever needed. And what we didn’t have lying out, was in an storage loft, just in case it was ever needed. But here in Topeka, at the Wannamaker store, there’s barely enough pans, or lids to go around. I’ve worked there a few days, and have already seen a motley mix up of lids and pans to get dough prepped. It’s just kind of weird not having the essentials of a pizza business.

The people there are different than what I’m used to too. I kind of miss the Parnelli’s, the David’s, the Calla’s, and even the Toni’s that made Columbus have it own unique character. My first night at Wannamaker I really didn’t like it. The people there just seemed…too different.. than what I was used to. It seemed like most of procedures were a little bit different too. Course, being somewhat introverted at work doesn’t help much either. While I’m sure I might get along with a few of the people there, it surely isn’t much like back home. It’s tough too being the new guy, as everyone thinks I won’t make it. I was just like them a few weeks ago. But the funny thing is, I don’t really know how much longer I’ll stay here.

The manager, Ryan, seems good enough. He seems like he really cares about the store, and people seem to like him. So far, I can’t detect any drama, but I’m sure just a little is there. Ryan’s also the only one really who’s complimented me, or engaged in small talk. We talked a little bit today about how the old store manager was worthless, forged reports on paper, and just really didn’t try. But, like I said, he seems to care–and there’s more than enough shift managers around, unlike where I came from.

But still, when I think of Pizza Hut, I think of Daysleeper, Donnie, and Drama. I miss the place already. I’ve uprooted my entire life to try to feel something again. And the only thing I really miss, is my co-workers. I never realized how much I valued the people I worked with…how much they made work fun.

Maybe I’ll find a few co-workers out here that will ignite that spark of passion that I had in Columbus. I mean, moving out here made me feel more alive than I’ve been in quite awhile, but work is just plain dull. It seems like the only thing I do at Wannamaker, is cut pizzas, fold boxes, make some dough, and try to figure out how not to suck too badly at delivering pizzas in a city which I’ve lived in for all of eight days.

Here’s to feeling alive…