Boring Thoughts and Stories

I'm not really sure if I should publicly address this issue or not, but I guess since I'm writing about it right now, I have obviously decided (against my better judgement) to share. If my better judgement had had much of a say, I would keep my mouth shut. But my worse judgement has taken charge and plus, this is pizza biz, and pizza biz goes on the blog.
They only gave me one shirt for my uniform. And I only have 1 pair of black pants. I work lots of days a week, and don't do laundry lot of days a week. You know what that means? Yeah, I think you know.

But, upon further consideration, I have decided that this is yet another perk of my job. I don't have to own a lot of clothes to carry out my duties. I never have to debate which shirt I should wear. Or which pants. It's no questions asked when I start getting into my work uniform. The only decision: which socks to wear.
This sounds trivial, but it's not! It's actually a sort of moral dilemma everyday. (You can call me melodramatic. It's ok. It fits.)  There are specific specifications (redundant) for the socks I am allowed to wear: they have to be white, and they must cover the ankle. Really? I mean obviously socks that completely cover the ankle are pretty hot. Like temperature hot. So if I had my choice, I would wear shorter socks, the kind that are 'invisible' when you're wearing tennis shoes, in 90 degree summer weather. So sometimes I wear those instead.  Am I technically breaking the rules? Yes. Has anyone ever noticed? No. And then I have these socks that are mostly white with a colored ring around the top. So obviously these are even worse because they don't cover the ankle AND they're not all white. Have I worn them? Yes. Then there are those socks that I'm sure everyone has that are just a little big, and if I pull them up as far as they go, they cover some ankle, but not really.
Here's the deal: all bets are off when the only part of my work wardrobe that I have to choose are a. as trivial as socks and b. items of clothing that I go through so quickly. Because I wear them so often, I always run out of work approved socks first because those are the ones I wear first. And that's one thing I won't wear dirty: socks. (Before you judge me, they're not the only items of clothing that I won't wear dirty.) So, as you can see, I regularly have to choose just how strictly to follow dress-code. Should I really do laundry that much more often to have clean work socks when I can just wear any other socks? Case and point: moral dilemma. (Because following rules I have already agreed to follow involves morality, blah blah blah.) Who ever thought just getting ready for work could prove to be so character revealing?

So the other day Cosmo and I were working the morning shift together, and I started feeling awful and like I was going to be sick. He was about to go on a delivery that went right by his house, and offered to stop by and bring back some Pepto Bismol for me, and I was like 'Yeah, that sounds great. Thanks!' I was texting my mom and filling her in on the situation, and she said 'Make sure he hasn't drank the pepto straight from the bottle! Some people do that if they live alone. Especially men. Just sayin.' I laughed and informed her that he has a wife, so he does not live alone, but thanked her for the advice all the same.
The point of that anecdote is this: I was maybe a little creeped out by Cosmo at first, but the more I get to know him, the more I like him. He just has a lot of weird life experiences that make him seem really out there. Well, he really is a little out there. But he is a very nice man, and way more normal than I first believed. He tells funny (if a little inappropriate) jokes and stories all the time, and has told me more than once that I am very pretty and have a great personality. That was sweet of him. I just want to be fair in the way I portray him. And also I wanted my mom's anal-retentive tendencies to be made known. Publicly.

In other news, beautiful Australian man isn't Australian...he's English. I asked him the other day. When I told him I had thought he was Australian he said 'no I've still got all my own teeth!!' and smiled. I was a little confused because I thought that the English were the ones with bad teeth. But I just told him 'way to go!!' and gave him a thumbs up.
He still called me love. I still loved it.

Also, here's a thought: someone should start a blog about community college. There are just hilarious things there. But this blog is already committed to a very specific topic. Maybe I should just make a blog about interesting people. That would be fun.
But seriously...I want to encourage/challenge someone to blog about community college.