When your Crust is Stuffed (Part 1)

I’ve experienced little to no social interaction the last week so I was unsure if they were offering me a position or if I was supposed to give them my opinion about Pizza Palace. What do I think? I think anything would be better than spending a whole day scrolling through multiple ex-boyfriends’ Facebook pages and seeing if they got fat. Instead of voguing in my living room to Jamiroquai, I could cure my loneliness with irate customers who are tired of me repeating their orders to them for accuracy. I told them I would love to work at Pizza Palace.