The prompt this week from Carrot Ranch is to write about pizza. Truth? I think pizza is just okay, certainly not what I would request for a last meal. Every once in a great while I get a hankering for sausage and mushroom pizza or a white pizza with spinach, sausage and mushrooms but it is pretty rare. I eat pizza a few times a year because of the family and usually just one piece. Now brownies are a whole different story!
“To Pizza or not to Pizza?”
I frowned walking into the break area. Pizza again? While I didn’t mind working late I was tired of pizza being the only food provided. What about subs or fried chicken for once?
I suppose this is what one gets working in a predominately male environment. And there was no way I was going to take over food duty. I had worked way too hard to get near the top. I have heard most people leave their jobs because of their boss. Would I be the first person to leave because of food? Don’t be silly, of course not!