Last time
The last time that Matt will walk out the back door and say to, "Have a good one"
The last time that I have to hear a customer say, "More [insert vegetable or meat name here]"
The last time that I have to feel guilty when someone over portions a pizza and I have to scrape out the extra toppings that fell off, out of the oven.
The last time I have to hear about locking cash drawers to people
The last time I have to think about labor and sales goals for the week
The last time I have to listen to "Party in the USA", "Life is a Highway", "Love me When I'm Gone", "I Kissed a Girl" and all the other songs on the repeating playlist.
The last time I have to clean out the 3 compartment sink.
The last time I have to choke and cough on the Frank's Red Hot Buffalo sauce.
The last time I have to put on a blue Band-Aid after hurting myself in some bizarre way.
The last time I hear or think I hear the door chime go off.
The last time I flip the wet veggies and have them pour juice all over the line.
The last time I put in the order for the week. (hopefully I didn't forget anything)
The last time I have to train a new person on how to greet a guest.
The last time that I put a full bucket of lemonade in the machine to then find out that it was put together wrong and spills all over the counter and the floor.
The last time I get to do a catering order and leave the store for an adventure.
The last time I'm sweating in front of the oven with 15 pizzas in.
The last time I switch with Jamba to get a smoothie or breakfast sandwich instead of a cheese bread or pizza.
The last time I make Ranch with a gallon of buttermilk and a gallon of Miracle Whip.
The last time I have to count the drawers and fix the drawers because the closer messed them up.
The last time I watch UFC fights while at work.
The last time I have to scrub the crap out of the floors and them look amazing and have them be ruined by the next time I come in.
The last time I have to lift the heavy ass dough bowl
The last time I have to carry 2 trash cans loaded to the top with trash from the night before.
The last time I have to say, "No, those are Roasted Red Peppers" when they ask, "Are those sundried tomatoes?"
The last time I have to take a stupid phone order when they should've just ordered online.
The last time I have to personally panic when hearing the online order/doordash sound go off.
The last time I have to chop up the artichokes and roasted red peppers.
The last time I have to watch new people not know how to use the scoop when measuring out cheese.
The last time I have to answer the phone with, "Pieology Lehi, What can I do for you?"
The last time I have to try and figure out what Silver Honda Accord Jeff is in.
The last time I get to make 2 topping lunch specials that have pepperoni and olives for Mike and Mark.
The last time I have to replace the toilet paper rolls in the bathrooms and notice that the previous person put them in wrong.
The last time I have to stress about Eric or Jason coming in.
The last time I have to type the code 1525 into the alarm to acivate it.
The last time I have to mop up someone's spilled drink.
The last time I have to say or scream "FUCK" in the walk-in during a rush, or after a particularly annoying guest.
The last time for any of it.
And I'm okay with it.
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