Little Caesars cured my immorality. I was once a bloodthirsty pirate who yelled at little boys who were bad with directions and wouldn't grow up but after I encountered a partially digested Italian Cheese Bread in the pit of a crocodile's stomach, my immorality was replaced by something much more tolerable, like IBS. As I sat on the toilet, bearing down with each contraction, what I expelled was my desire for hidden treasure and large red hats with feathers.
Never again.
I have put my evil ways behind me. Standing before me now, months later is a brand new undigested Italian Cheese Bread with two cups of buttery garlic sauce. I am not in heaven, no, but the mouth-watering smell of this goodness is enough to remind me that we are not of this world. This life is a blip compared to eternity and therefore I can use my deep breaths instead of yelling at little boys who are bad with directions and refuse to grow up.
I work here. Its great. Everyone is super fun to be around and its a healthy work environment. All my previous jobs were mentally, physically, and emotionally draining where as this one is only physically taxing (standing up and heavy lifting which isn't even that bad at all). Its a really great place. Plus i love the pizza and crazy bread.
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