Greetings and welcome to today's random thought.
I had a particularly hectic day at work. Fridays are all about the escalations and today was no different. Well, I take that back, today my team leader took the afternoon off. Oh, and he asked me to back him up. Oh, and my manager was on vacation. Oh, and his manager was on vacation. This meant that all escalations for the afternoon had to be dealt with by me. I have done this before and typically I have found that if you sound angry and speak like you are important, people will believe you. Some of my teammates will ask me to call a supplier and use my "angry, important" voice. This works with amazing results. I feel a little guilty pretending to be important, but speaking calmly and softly does not work on Friday afternoons when the weekend is looming. So anyway, that was my day.
I got home around 5:40 and noticed right off the bat that dinner was not started. The wife knew at about 5:20 that I was heading home and I was promised spaghetti and meatballs for dinner so I found it odd that there was not at least some water boiling. After the normal greeting reserved for a father / husband who has been gone all day, the wife then asked me if I was sure that I wanted spaghetti for dinner. For those of you guys out there that are not married, let me roughly translate this for you from marriage-speak - "We are going out to dinner." Now that is a rough translation but the syntax is correct.
We had not had pizza in a while so we headed down the road to Brooklyn's Pizzeria. We had been there once before and it was really good so it was an easy choice. The place was a little crowded and there were only a few tables left so we headed to the counter to place our order. After we ordered, we were handed a little plastic number to put at the end of our table. By the time we were done, there were no tables left. I did notice though that several tables were taken by people without numbers so they obviously snagged them while someone else who was with them was waiting in line to order. This seemed a little unfair but in a few minutes a group left and we got 2 tables for 2 by the register. This area is a little busy but at least we were sitting down.
Right above my table was a sign indicating the sizes of pizzas that they offered. Most pizza places have these. However most shops have the words "small", "medium", "large", "extra large", etc. on the sign. This one did not have sizes but rather measurements (12", 14", 16", and 18"). Hello? Anyone else see the utter pointlessness of this? If your pizza sizes don't have the names "small", etc., and are rather indicated by actual measurement, what is the point of having them visible on the wall? Can you not visualize how big a 14" pizza is without a picture? 14" is 14" no matter what you are ordering.
Anyway, the owner is this older dude that seemed to know all the regulars there and called them by their first names. He came over toward the end of the meal and asked me if the son was good or bad. He needed some bad boys to wash some dishes and was wandering around recruiting (or so he said). The son almost believed him for a second. He talked to us for a few minutes and gave each of the kids a quarter to put in the gumball machines.
All in all it was not a bad time despite the crowdedness and how my day had went at work. I was just sitting there though by the register waiting for someone to ask how big the 14" pizza was.
Thanks for reading my Random Thoughts.
Jon
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