It’s busy as fuck and I’m making pizzas for people and wondering how many of them are ending up at fundie row v wade parties.
One of my bosses walks in and immediately is like, what’s wrong Max? Well, shit the fascist take over is well underway my dude and they hit me back with well it’s Friday you’re only on one more day. Fuck me. I’ve been on one more day for like the last ten years.
I get through the entire shitshow. Busy as hell. Busier then we’ve been in months and I’m talking to one of the other owners. Asks if I’m coming to their fourth party. I am. Asks what’s up, so I get into it with her and she agrees. Things are going to get way worse. I get up to leave and she says I look like I need a haircut and to hit her up. She works as a stylist on the side. I nearly cry in the car on the way home.