Since I’m now paid to spend eight hours a day staring at a computer screen, often, the last thing I wish to do when I finally beat rush hour traffic home, I don’t really feel like firing up the laptop and spending time on the blog. Anyway, so here’s an amusing little anecdote about my last day delivering pizzas.

Last Saturday, I was scheduled five through dinner rush. I actually had some errands to run that morning, so I swung past the shop about 10:30am to collect my paycheck. I’m making small talk with Adip when I glance at the schedule board and I notice, woah, my name’s been scratched off the schedule. Adip says, “Eh, don’t worry about it, come in at five.” So, like an idiot, I show up at work several hours later … as do two other drivers.

Look, the Saturday shift I worked before starting my new job, I was the only driver. The only driver. I had twelve runs. It wasn’t a busy night, but it wasn’t slow: it was steady. I made some decent cash. But I can do the math: if one driver will take twelve runs in a night, how many runs will one driver take when he’s got to split the night’s deliveries with two others? Yeah, not much of a point to sticking around. So I ducked out early, and while I did ask to be on the schedule for this coming Saturday, I expect that I won’t be.

Hey - no complaints. I won’t miss pizza delivery.

And I start my new part-time job a week from tomorrow. Guess what I’m doing tomorrow after work? The Zoo! I promise I won’t taunt the tigers. Or the lions. Or any of the big cats. Might taunt the rhino.

Well, no.

(I do hope it’s nice out!)