I started my new job on Wednesday. You may recall that I was unsuccessfully looking for a job for quite a while. Well, as luck would have it, I finally found one! Now that my operas are pretty well done for the season (except for La Rondine, but that is here in Vermont), I was able to settle down in my chair and browse Craigslist for honest work.
What I decided right away is that I wanted to make pizzas again. I made pizzas in college, and I loved it. Yes, I can twirl the dough in the air, and yes I will show you sometime. I was a little nervous though, because it had been many years since I last stretched dough.
My first interview was at a place 25 minutes south of my house, and when I arrived I knew that I would never be as cool as anyone that worked there. I had mistakenly worn my button down shirt and khakis, only to find that the employees of this fine establishment all had tattoos, weird piercings, shaved heads, and snarly facial hair. And the guys were even worse! But it was okay; I think I had a good interview. And then they asked me to make a pizza. Have you ever tried to do anything that you used to be really awesome at, up to a decade ago? If so, then you can imagine how my pizza looked. It looked like a football. With holes in it. Okay, it wasn’t quite that bad, but it was not my finest work. They said they would call me at the end of the week. I’m still waiting for that call.
Then I got a call from a place 25 minutes north of my house. I put on jeans and a tee shirt and headed up there, hoping that their piercings would at least be family-friendly. Luckily, I found a place that was right up my alley. Everyone was in jeans and tee shirts! They were all cool, but only slightly cooler than me! The interview went great, and then they asked me to make a pizza. And you know what? After that practice pizza at the other place, this pizza was close to perfect. Not perfect, but close. It was round! It had no holes in it! It tasted good! Yes, the boss and I shared the pizza as we worked out when my first day would be. Huzzah!
So I started my new job. I spent all day standing, when I am used to sitting around all day. I spent all day cooking, cleaning, and helping out. Doing what I should have been doing at home when I did not have a job, but this time there were no children destroying everything as soon as I had fixed it! But it was exhausting. And then I went right from pizza making to the final dress rehearsal for the opera. Man, I want to fall over and take me a yummy nap. But I will soldier on. I will support my family, as well as follow my dreams! And I will make some money (cause my phone broke, and I need a new one). But most of all, I will eat tons of pizza and get really fat! *sigh* At least the pizza is good. And round. Like future me. And current me. *sigh*
Too funny…how on earth could you forget the skill of pizza dough flipping. We were masters!