Pizza and Strife
Today has not been a happy day.
I woke up feeling awful, made arrangements to stay home from work, and aside from a few brief spans of wakefulness, slept until 6:30pm this evening.
I was starving as well (after having not eaten for nearly 24 hours), but had status reports and things to do for work (it being the end of the month). I decided it was a perfect opportunity for delivery pizza.
Making use of the nifty pizza magnet on my fridge, I called to place my order, got halfway through telling them what kind of pizza I wanted, and was abruptly interrupted: "Is this delivery or carry-out?" I asked what the delivery time was. An hour and a half. "Carry-out," I answered, already disappointed that my master plan was beginning to fall apart.
"Okay, now, what kind of pizzas do you want?"
"[sigh] One medium with pepperoni and bell pepper."
"We don't have medium."
How do you answer that? Audibly frustrated, my answer was something like, "Okay, then, what do you call the next thing after a small?"
"Um, large or extra large?"
"That'd be large then."
"Okay two large pizzas with. . . ."
"No! One large pizza with pepperoni and bell pepper."
"Oh. Um. Well, which did you want then, a large with pepperoni or a large with bell pepper?"
"I want one large pizza with both pepperoni and bell peppers on it."
To make a long story short, I finally felt like they got my order right, and aside from a little mixup at the pizza shop because of the fact that my name wasn't on my pizza so they couldn't find it, the rest of things went okay. I took my "large" pizza home (it looked just like any medium I'd ever seen), ate about half of it (like I planned), and put the rest in the fridge for breakfast.
It may sound like a little thing, but because of my sleep situation, the whole incident, start to finish, made up about 15% of my waking day. Tomorrow will be better.
I woke up feeling awful, made arrangements to stay home from work, and aside from a few brief spans of wakefulness, slept until 6:30pm this evening.
I was starving as well (after having not eaten for nearly 24 hours), but had status reports and things to do for work (it being the end of the month). I decided it was a perfect opportunity for delivery pizza.
Making use of the nifty pizza magnet on my fridge, I called to place my order, got halfway through telling them what kind of pizza I wanted, and was abruptly interrupted: "Is this delivery or carry-out?" I asked what the delivery time was. An hour and a half. "Carry-out," I answered, already disappointed that my master plan was beginning to fall apart.
"Okay, now, what kind of pizzas do you want?"
"[sigh] One medium with pepperoni and bell pepper."
"We don't have medium."
How do you answer that? Audibly frustrated, my answer was something like, "Okay, then, what do you call the next thing after a small?"
"Um, large or extra large?"
"That'd be large then."
"Okay two large pizzas with. . . ."
"No! One large pizza with pepperoni and bell pepper."
"Oh. Um. Well, which did you want then, a large with pepperoni or a large with bell pepper?"
"I want one large pizza with both pepperoni and bell peppers on it."
To make a long story short, I finally felt like they got my order right, and aside from a little mixup at the pizza shop because of the fact that my name wasn't on my pizza so they couldn't find it, the rest of things went okay. I took my "large" pizza home (it looked just like any medium I'd ever seen), ate about half of it (like I planned), and put the rest in the fridge for breakfast.
It may sound like a little thing, but because of my sleep situation, the whole incident, start to finish, made up about 15% of my waking day. Tomorrow will be better.