1/22/25
It's Wednesday. Sue me.
The last week or so has been pretty crazy, like, 1300$ in pizza crazy (I'll explain). But first, apparently I have to clarify a few things that I've heard through the grapevine.
No, to those concerned, I am not depressed. A few people think that my love for Mac Miller implies that I am very sad. I am not. When I talked about putting on a face for people, I didn't mean that I was doing that. I was simply saying that I can relate to that because at some point over the course of my life, I have felt that before. I'm sure most people have. I did not intend to imply that I was currently going through said state of being. Hope that clears things up.
If you don't study at the library with me, I wasn't calling you out. Consider this statement as evidence for my remorse.
Mac Miller's new album came out! I listened to it the moment it dropped, and some of it wasn't super incredible, but a couple songs were really good. My favorite one was called Funny Papers, and I've probably listened to it 100 times this week. It's really, really good. Mac Miller asks rhetorical questions that are thoughtful and sincere. Everything's quiet but the music. Do you love silence? If you don't listen to it, you won't know what to think of that statement/question pair. The song is emotional and the lyrics are very suave. Yes, Mom, I know what that word means. I'm intentionally using it here to communicate a nuanced perspective. Another good song is called Manakins [sic], and Rick's Piano is alright. They swear more than the other one that barely does, so don't say I didn't warn you.
I went country dancing. With a girl. Be proud of me. It was a double date that my friend put me up to, so don't get any ideas.
My talent for spotting someone and asking if they went to some school 7+ years ago is getting a lot of use this week. I don't know why, but faces and names together don't leave my mind. It's quite funny to ask and watch their face change from confusion to disbelief to horror to understanding. I call it "the 4 Stages of Disbelief," trademark pending.
Alright, you wanna know about 1300$ of pizza, I get it. At my work, we host events for employers to connect with students. They tend to bring food, so they order it and have it delivered to wherever they're going to be on campus. I was hosting an info session for a company who already had a bunch of pizza from Costco. A girl shows up with more pizza from Papa John's, and I figured they ordered more. I went to put it in the room, and the people from the company were like, "what? We didn't order that," so I brought it back out into the hallway. I had a nice chat with the girl while we both called our bosses and tried to figure out what was going on. Turned out that an employer with the same room the day after had ordered 30 pizzas and drinks for the wrong day. Obviously, it was nobody but the employer's fault, so they just had to cut their losses. We pawned off 15 pizzas to another company, then went to bring the drinks and pizzas to our office so that we could find something to do with the pizzas and save the drinks for tomorrow. As we were parking near the office, another Papa John's guy comes out and is like, "I've got an order for 40 pizzas that says it's supposed to come here. There is no information on the receipt and it was a cash order. Do you know where these are supposed to go?" The number they left on the receipt was inactive and didn't work, so he had no way of contacting the customer to find anything. I invited him in so we could figure out what was going on.
We brought in the paid-for pizzas and drinks. The guy got a call from his boss and said that he thought the order was fake and that they were getting pranked, which has apparently happened in the past. His boss was pissed. When my pizza girl delivery friend was on the phone with him, he was like, "no we can't give any refunds sorry they're (RTX) just gonna have to pay for it," which worked out just fine. They still got paid cause it was a credit card order, and RTX knew it was their own fault. This was a totally separate issue. Somehow, I end up on the phone with this manager who demands payment and if not, they'll have to get the police involved. I told him that our office is totally unaffiliated with the orders and we just happened to be running around at the same time. He said, "we're dealing with potential fraud and felony charges here. I need to get paid for the pizzas we just made." I very calmly told him that getting the police involved was probably a good idea, especially if this has happened before, and that I agreed with his frustration and would help however I could. It seemed to take the nerve off a little bit. Then everything kind of died down and the delivery people had to go back to the store. I'm cursed when it comes to info sessions. Something crazy that I have no control over always happens. Such is life, I guess. I don't know why, but dealing with confrontation/mad/upset people doesn't freak me out as much as it should. Or cops. I can't explain it, I just don't have any different reaction to things.
Anyways, I should probably go. I got 2 boxes of pizza to eat.
Bye bye,
willards (add me on Minecraft)
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