Save the olives!

I've changed it up a little, but I doubt you'll notice it unless you go to a previous post. Anyway, it's been a good day. B and I went to have our training day at Chez Pizza Ranch, only to find that Sr John wasn't really prepared for us to do anything ... so we got a tour of the place. The tour included a lecture on the dangers of chicken and delivering pizzas, at which point B said later, "He makes it sound like the only people that die in car accidents are results of pizza delivery." [This was true, it seemed he emphasised that a little too much for our comfort.] He also littered the tour with stories about pizza delivery-related deaths and some guy saving something like $10000 in costs by removing one olive from salads on a plane. Wow. He's long-winded and odd.

The long and short of it is, we were all prepared to work for five hours, be we were there for about half and hour, maybe forty-five minutes. Hmph.

So I'm off to dye my hair.

Cheers.