Blood Thristy Beasts

   My employees are special individuals. And they have special needs. One need of theirs is to fins a button on someone and press it until not only the button breaks, but the housing of the button next door.
   We have a new labor eating piece of poo monster pizza, called the Big Pizza. This things takes three times as long to make takes up twice as much room in the oven, and is just a blast to bag. And yes i said bag, because this stupid pizza doesn't go into a box, we have to put this 2 foot 'thing' in a bag. Woo.
   Because of said largeness and difficulty of bagging said pizza, other stores have come up wth ways to handle said problems. One is to have two people run the cutting station. We here at a House of a Thousand Pizzas think this is a great idea, we just can't afford the labor of having two people stand there when we can barely support one. Normally a manager has to run that station just for lack of hours. Another more interesting method is for a cut table person to call out- "Bagger", and some poor smuck runs over and helps you bag it. Hrm...Yeah... about that... I can't even get my people to do their current work. and why not just say- "Hey Smuck, come here for a second and help me put this stupid thing in a bag." Now myself, The Boss Lady, and one or two others have devised a secret way of doing it. Now don't tell anyone because its a secret, we do it ourselves and just get faster. Wow... I can't believe I gave out our secret.
   Now, the other night we go pretty busy. They said we would do 2200 in sales, we did 4000. So a few of us had to bust our rumps. One of our charming shift managers decided to try the 'bagger' method because tha'ts what they do at a store she used to work at. Again, it doesn't work when everyone in the store is doing three jobs, and just because you yell louder and more times the word "bagger' does not mean my cook is going to stop making pizzas and come help you do something you should figure out how to do yourself. This frustrated her but bless her she kept trying. Until those blood thirsty beasts caught wind of her distress. They began returning her cries for help with bagger calls of their own. Soon half the store was calling out "bagger."     The moral of this story. Don't let these Blood Thirsty Beasts see fear or they will attack.