Now I know how athletes feel.
My old job, Pizza Hut, called me up today. Well, they called my dad’s phone to see if I was home for the summer and willing to work (he got me the job in the first place). Before today I’ve been looking for a job while on leave at Pizza Hut. Whenever I got something, I was gonna call them up and tell them that I wouldn’t be coming back, ever. Why? Because I never ever want to go back there. Anyway, they apparently need some help from someone who knows what the hell they’re doing. Not to brag but I was pretty good so it makes sense that they’d want me back.
I’ve been on vacation for a while now and I need to start working and earning some cash. One of my buds is a General Manager at Domino’s. Apparently he’s amazing at it. He takes stores and makes them super efficient. Anyway, he recently returned to my local store. That adds him to a list of 3 of my other friends who work there as well. He wants me to work for him while I’m home and I refused to because it’s still a pizza place but now another of my friends has agreed to work for him just for the fun of it. Working with best friends, running a pizza place, sounds good, right?
It’s almost like taking my talents to South Beach while Cleveland cries and begs me to stay. The twist is, I don’t want to play basketball anymore but I can’t find anything else to do. So it looks like I’m going to have to bite the bullet and make pizza again. My dad has been on my case all day about calling Pizza Hut back but I don’t know what to tell them. My friends obviously want me to work with them but it might be easier to just work at Pizza Hut. Also, something in my head is making me feel bad for those people and tugging on whatever emotional cords make people want to help others. So here we are, The Decision. I’m LeBron. I know what he did but I hate him for that so maybe it’s not the right choice.