Friday, November 12

Walking To Work

Last shift I decided to walk to work on a whim. I've been trying to walk and take public transportation more (mostly because I hate finding parking) and work is only about a mile and a half from where I live. The problem is that my mind is constantly thinking of terrible scenarios no matter how unlikely they are. For walking alone at night my two worst scenarios are running across a group of men who decide to hassle/beat/kill me or a van pulling up and abducting me.

Neither of those things happened. I passed a couple of homeless people without incident, tripped on a crack but didn't fall down, and had very achy legs at the end of the walk.

I want to do this more often though. I want to be in shape. I realize that choosing to not be in shape now will hurt me later.

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We've had a new special pizza for a couple of weeks and it looks delicious and smells delicious (it has leeks sauteed in butter, cremini mushrooms, Gruyere cheese, and prosciutto) but when I tried it I didn't really like it. It just didn't taste like a pizza to me. I would probably be fine if it was leeks and mushrooms with Gruyere melted over it, as a side dish to a traditional meal.

I don't know quite how to feel when I don't like a menu item. I know that this is a completely silly concern as no one is expected to like everything, but I really really want to like everything. Luckily there are a lot of menu items for me to sincerely recommend to anyone who asks.

3 comments:

Nick said...

Walking is good. Aching muscles are good, too. Don't mean to preach, but I can tell you from personal experience that if you keep doing it, you will be very happy you did.

It is interesting that you feel compelled to like everything at your restaurant. There is a quality of earnestness involved in that feeling which speaks well of you, I think—I do not, nor have I ever,felt that (even in restaurants I have owned). I think it's cool that you believe in the place to that degree. You are a very zealous and sincere Pizza Girl.

Everytime I hear about cremini mushrooms, I think of some old Swedish guy—from an old John Wayne western, I think—trying to say jiminy, only it comes out cremini.

I should probably sleep now.

Nick said...

I didn't mean to kill your blog.

Pizza Girl said...

You didn't kill my blog, I just can't find anything to write about. I've been working more shifts but they've become rather routine and I rarely deal with customers. I promise to write whenever I get the inspiration. I'm still writing on pizza adventuring, so you're welcome to pop in there and see what I'm up to (or on twitter).