Lock the Door
I just wanted to convey this bit of advice to you, dear reader, for one day soon, whether you expect it or not, you may find yourself unprepared for the same unenvyable position in which I have found myself on more than one occasion.
Set the wayback machine for 1993 and my illustrious carrer as a plebian pizza maker at Little Caesar’s. (Please keep the inevitable “Pizza! Pizza!” comments to a minimum - Thank you.) I was going about my day in the usual fashion - rolling out dough and feeding it through the press to make it flat enough for the pans, spreading sauce and cheese on each, and carting them to the cooler. I remember this day clearly, for it was on this day that the event happened.