Introduction

Let me introduce you to my blog, A Day in the Life (of a pizza delivery lady).
This blog was thought up by a few friends and former employers (I do dog-sitting too if anyone's interested). You see, most of my friends are scattered throughout the world right now doing their community development internships. But I (being wiser than they) changed my major to economics at the last minute (halfway through my junior year), and no longer am required to be dropped off in the middle of some crazy place to develop communities for 3 months. (If you can't tell, that means I'm kind of jealous of them for doing awesome stuff). Instead, I am taking calculus at community college, and saving up money so that I can eat next year. There's no sarcasm in that...my summer earnings are my senior year's food budget. So...they're all keeping blogs about their summers (my community development friends), especially for people financially and prayerfully supporting them, so I decided I would keep a blog as well. Partly for their entertainment, partly for my entertainment, partly because I have never really done much to realize my childhood dream of becoming a writer (a dream which I no longer aspire to, just fyi, but I still have fun writing), and partly because maybe there are people prayerfully supporting me that want to know the highlights of my awesome job. Who really knows?

If you haven't figured it out by now, my job this summer is to deliver pizzas. My mom's friends have all asked me if this will be dangerous. All my friends have fully supported my decision. People in the middle of me and my parent's ages have typically told me how much money they, or their friends, made as delivery drivers. This is always an encouragement.

You might be wondering why I chose this job: basically, I literally applied to like 20 places, and headquarters hired me basically right away. They seemed as desperate as I was. But I like to tell myself that they saw potential in me to be a fantastic delivery lady, and just had to have me on board, and that they would have fired other employees just to make room to hire me.

This is, obviously, my first post. This is partly because I have not officially made any deliveries thus far. It is also partly because I feel a lot of pressure to make this an enjoyable read, and I only hope that there will be lots of things that will make you laugh. There are a few of reasons for that: a) if there's a story that makes you laugh, it probably made me laugh first, and I like to laugh, so i hope (for all of our sakes) that funny things happen this summer; b) if you don't enjoy my posts, you probably won't return to my blog, and for some reason I really want people to read this!; c) my decision to take this job as a delivery lady this summer was not part of a greater career choice, like a stepping stone to some other job or something, so I really need to squeeze some worth out of it, and telling good stories would be worth it.

There are a few things I feel like you, the reader(s), should know:
1. I have decided not to disclose the name of the pizza company I am working for. I don't know that there's a policy against this or anything (blogging about my job), but I really can't tell what will come up this summer, and I don't want anyone to get a bad name. And I don't want to get sued (is that even a real possibility?). SO...I will be referring to my employer as headquarters. I work for headquarters. (Everybody reading this blog already knows who I work for, but I don't want the internet to know. It's nosy.)
2. I may end up changing people's names as well, just to protect everyone's privacy. Including co-workers. Some of them I won't change. I might not tell you if they're names are changed or not. I haven't decided.
3. I've never done anything like this before. Bear with me. By 'this' I mean writing things that I want people to read. I mostly just journal, and obviously you don't write in a journal planning for other people to read it. Except for that I did that for a long time when I was little because Laura Ingalls Wilder's journals got made into books. Which, obviously, I thought that my life would be important enough for my journals to be turned into books, too. So I wrote to please an audience of generations to come. I have always dreamed big.
4. If you become a loyal follower, and like every single post, I might could get you some free breadsticks. It's just one of the perks of the job.
5. I might periodically refer to myself in 3rd person as Hot Driver. If no one else ever calls me this, I will still believe this about myself. We'll see what other people think throughout the summer. My dad says when boys see me in my uniform, they will HAVE to give me extra tips because of how cute I look. Dad's are always right, right? And dad's will never call their daughters hot, so when dad says cute, that means other people see me as hot, right?

Ok, I don't want to lose any possible followers by writing a book in my first post. Plus, the book won't come until the end of the summer when I compile all of my posts together and publish it. Just kidding. Maybe.

Also, I promise I'm not as egotistical as I have made myself sound. I just think these things are funny. I think it's hilarious and a little awful that I'm devoting myself to personally transporting pizzas from store to door, and I am kind of being self-deprecating in my sarcasm about my 'accomplishment' of obtaining this job.

I feel like I need some kind of slogan to end each post with. I'm open for suggestions. If someone comes up with one that I like and decide to use, I will give you free breadsticks. I know, what's not to love about this job right?