We got gift cards (to a fabulous local cheese shop where I will pick up something delicious to make with my beau) and a bonus based on how many shifts we've worked. I haven't worked a lot of them, so mine isn't that big, but I'm glad that everyone else that works more than I do gets a bonus. The deserve it. There was also a little drawing for some additional gift cards (I didn't win).
- If our pizzeria was a horror movie, general consensus is that I'd survive.
- We have a new beer that's kindof weak but would make a good introductory beer to someone who doesn't want to be overwhelmed**. The brewery is doing their grand opening this weekend and I will definitely be there.
- I'm glad that I didn't decide to pick up delivering again. Every time I run low on cash I think about how much nicer things would be if I was still delivering and brought home a bunch of cash. Then I remember how I didn't have any free time and didn't have a social life whatsoever (it sucks to build one from scratch, ask anyone who's not spectacular at making friends and moves to a new place, that's me except that I didn't move).
- Pizza adventuring is going well. I'm spoiled on sourdough crust for my Neopolitan pizzas.
*Funny enough, and perhaps this is the source of the problem, in school I never got called out on how much class I was skipping (my grades were still good) or any trouble we might have been making (it really wasn't trouble trouble, just kid stuff that I thought I should have gotten in trouble for but that my parents probably knew about and chose not to prosecute me for).
**On my recent beer adventures, which are less frequent than I'd like and more frequent than my waistline would like, I've decided that I fall on the malt side rather than the hops side. I don't mind drink beers with a lot of hops, but I'd rather be punched in the face by malt than hops. On a recent excursion with my father we tried a beer called Old Speckled Hen and it tasted a lot like fermented malt vinegar filtered through musty chicken feathers. I, oddly enough, didn't mind it so much but my father made such a face that sent me into fits of giggles for several minutes. He falls on the hops side.