Our boss just made us an offer for us to come in and work tomorrow. If we come in tomorrow, the Friday of a long weekend (and only three days -- we don't get Easter Monday off), eliminating the long weekend, then he'll buy us pizza for lunch.
Srsly, dude? Srsly? Pizza? Try double-time. Even then, I'll think about it.
Pizza. After the way he's been riding all of us for the last month, we'd give up a holiday for fucking pizza. Right.
He, of course, has left early for the weekend. Good thing, too. People are pretty surly in here.
I'm 41 years old. The only time I'm now allowed to be paid in pizza is if I'm helping a buddy move.
Pizza. Get bent.
[AND ANOTHER THING]
Pizza. People think I can be bought with pizza.
Man oh man -- this year just gets more shitastic by the day. We're only a quarter of the way through 2015, and I'm going to have to win the fucking lottery for this year to end up a good one.
We'll see how much pizza I can buy then.