So I Work At A Pizza Place. This Results In Stupid Questions Like “omg How Many Pizzas Do You Make

So I work at a pizza place. This results in stupid questions like “omg how many pizzas do you make every shift?” Bitch do you think that is at all consistent or something that my depressed ass keeps track of? AND OF COURSE “I like pineapple on my pizza, do you hate me?” Hun, you don’t want to KNOW the things I am required to put on pizza. PICKLES? YEP, THERES A PIZZA WITH PICKLES. We even have these little raisin tomatoes which are absolutely disgusting. And sticky. I have put KETCHUP AND MUSTARD on pizza INSTEAD OF SAUCE. You think pineapple tops how DIRTY I feel after putting ketchup on pizza? AND ARTICHOKES YUGH. THESE MORHER FUCKERS ARE SO NARTSY TASTING THAT WE ARE REQUIRED TO CHANGE. OUR. GLOVES. BEFORE TOUCHING ANY OTHER INGREDIENTS LEST THE JUICE OF THESE SICK FUCKERS DRIP ON SOMETHING AND MAKE IT TASTE LIKE BITTER FUCKING VEGETABLES.

LOOK AT THIS NASTY ASS GREEN THING. IT DOESNT EVEN LOOK LIKE IT WOULD EVER BELONG HERE ITS JUST SITTING THERE. BUT MAKE NO MISTAKE THAT THING IS SOAKED IN ARTICHOKE JUICE BC THAT SHIT GETS E V E R Y W H E R E.

This concludes my pizza rant