My work days have become work nights….
And not just your regular, run of the mill nights. I’m talking all nighters.
Since last Sunday I have been making the dough by remodeling a pizza chain….which shall remain nameless.
I’m not a fan of working nights, but they apparently have to stay open during their regular business hours to be able to keep their dough going out the door.
They kneed their dough to sell to keep making the dough for business.
(See what I did there?)
The way the Domino’s fell I get to be the one to run the show.
Work starts at 10 pm. And rolls all the way through until 8am.
What do they want done?
Remodel the front of the store and update the back of the store with a viewing window for the art of pizza making and subway tile for their prep area.
I am swiftly becoming quite the tile God.
The hours are terrible. I haven’t pulled a full week of all nighters in years.
If I still had bad hair, a few bags of Columbian wonder dust, cheap beer and hammer pants I would swear I was back in the early nineties.
I have no hair and have been off the dust and Keystone for years.
I do wear pants and have a hammer, though.
So I guess it all evens out.
Roughly 2 more weeks to go…
Time to shake it off and get back to work.
As we say in the business….it’s hammer time.