Chapter #7No one out Pizza's Sam by: Mr.Tones   "Sam no! You'll hate it there, I just know it!"
"Oh come on Liv, it's pizza! If there's anything I know as well as fixing a car or my way around a lady-"
Olivia blushed madly as Sam gave her a wink there.
"-It's how to make pizza! My blood is sauce and my brain is cheese!"
"Must be swiss than cus I swear it has holes in it the way you think sometimes."
Just a few weeks ago Olivia would have died saying something like that, but their little time together Sam had clearly already made a big impact on her.
"You know you don't really have to, right? I know things are tight now but once things settle-EPP!"
Though, she was still Olivia, and so Sam's surprise kiss/hug combo had her flying into the moon and hitting it with a fiery explosion. She was left standing stalk still for a moment with an even heavier blush as Sam pulled away to hold the shorter woman at arm's length.
"Nuh-uh! I can't sit still for a second, you know that, and double so when I've got a cute girlfriend working her adorable lil butt off at home! Sides, it never hurts to have a little more cash on hand, especially if you want to keep buying that weird Jap-Crap you like~"
This seemed to snap the birdy woman out of her daze somewhat.
"I-it's not "crap"! And it's not like I have a bunch of it anyway, just a few Manga and one or two figures..."
"And the games, the shows, that poster-"
"A few! Gah!"
Pouting, arms crossed Olivia made Sam melt every time, making the tall mechanic bring her back in for a much warmer hug, burying her head in her neck.
"It'll be fine babe, just let your ol' Uncle Sam do her thing and I promise we'll not just be making it, we'll be owning it in no time!"
"Does that even actually mean anything?"
"It means I love you and want to make sure we're taken care of no matter what, so I've gotta work yeah?"
"Ooooh fiiine! But you better not work too late, I need my cuddle bug!"
"Oh I wouldn't want to miss holding you close for anything in the world~"
Sam's sweet smile turned sinister as she squeezed Olivia just a bit harder, feeling her little starter belly press into her own.
******
"It's very... Silver, in here."
"Good old stainless steel and top of the line, yep this double decker oven can pump out 20 pizzas a minute on a good day!"
A day later and stuffed into the standard Pizza Hut uniform with her curly locks bunched into a hairnet, Sam was already starting to regret her choice in career a little bit. Not that she was gonna turn tail and run anytime soon, but she was taken aback by what she was seeing as the smiling, balding older manager that had introduced himself as "David" gave her a tour of where she would be working.
"Sorry, I guess it's been a good long while since I've been to a chain pizzeria, I’m not used to most of this."
"That's perfectly fine, that's why we have on the job training! Your first day will be pretty boring as you go through the lessons but it'll get you up to speed in no time."
"I could give you a lesson or two buddy..."
"Coooool. Who's gonna be teaching me?"
"This bad boy!"
The lanky man had led Sam around a wall that acted as the only divider between the kitchen and the fry station/"Office", a massive desk pushed into the corner with a computer Sam swore she saw back in High School which even back then were already older than her. He had slapped the top of it, making the screen fizz for a moment before clearing back up.
"...What?"
"It's standard procedure, before employees are allowed to do any real work they have to complete a few teaching courses. It'll run you through all the basics, how to make the pizzas, cleaning, hand wash policies and so on and so forth. It'll take most of the day, but if you can work through it in time you can get some hands-on experience before the day's out as well."
"What?! I know how to make pizza, I've been making it since I could walk! What's a computer gonna teach me that I don't already know?!"
The audacity, the absolute GULL! But David only grinned in that way people who thought they knew everything already could, putting his hands out in a pacifying motion too.
"And I have no doubt about that, but what works in your kitchen just won't work here I'm sorry to say. Pizza Hut wants to make sure every customer gets what they pay for no matter what so making sure every employee is on the same page is necessary. Just tough it out and it'll be over in no time, promise."
Oh the fury in Sam's heart was an inferno, an insult to her talent and now this hand wavy shit, but she withheld herself for the moment.
"Can't make that cute lil butt not so little without money, you've dealt with worse for less." She thought to herself as she breathed deeply through her nose and exhaled.
"Alright, fine, where do I start?"
"Just click on the little icon of an employee there and follow the instructions."
With that David walked off to do whatever as Sam slumped into the small uncomfortable metal chair, slouching with one arm over the back as she clicked away. A video popped up in a crusty, proprietary player showing a paid actor in a Pizza Hut uniform walking on screen in front of the cleanest looking kitchen one could imagine.
"Hello and welcome to the Pizza Hut Family-!"
"Oh fuck me..."
******
"If there is a God and if he is merciful please kill me now."
For two hours now Sam had been watching video after video of the same three people taking ten minutes to explain something she both already knew and could have been shortened to a single sentence. Thankfully she was able to save some time by skipping most of it, but it still made her take useless quizzes and force her through each and every video. Eventually she hit the final screen and got to exit the horrid program. Standing so fast she made the chair fall over with a clatter, she made several of her joints pop just from the rapid motion.
"Fuckin' finally!"
Looking around the small building it didn't take long for her to find David in the freezer taking stock.
"Ey boss man I'm done with the computer, can I get on the line now?"
"What? Already?"
"I'm a fast learner, what can I say?"
David gave her a suspicious little look but complied.
"Alright, if you think you're up for it then go find Bailey, she's been here for a few months and can show you the ropes."
"I'm sure she will." Was her deadpan reply.
Back in the kitchen Sam was already irritable and the sight of all the lifeless metal and constant beeping as orders came up on an overhead screen that kept coming didn't help, but seeing the sort chubby woman squeezed into a size too small apron robotically but efficiently jumping up and down the cook line helped a bit.
"Hey, are you Bailey?"
There had been a dead look in the woman's eyes but they quickly gained some life as she turned to look up at Sam with a tired smile on her face.
"That I am, and you must be the new gal, Sam right?"
"The one and only!"
"Well the one and only Sam it is a treat to meet you! You've already trudged your way through that god awful introduction crud?"
"I managed to survive it. I picked here to work because I already know how to make a pie though damn it!"
"I hope so, go ahead and throw on some gloves and show me what you know Sam!"
"She seems nice, maybe this won't be so bad after all." Sam thought as she put on some rather flimsy plastic gloves and read one of the orders, a simple hand tossed meat lovers. Seeing that Bailey was grabbing dough from a nearby industrial refrigerator Sam went to grab some herself only to find... stacks of lid covered metal discs? Picking one up she found another disc of something that looked like it just got defrosted.
"Uh, Bailey? Where's the dough? I was gonna start with that meat lovers there and they want it hand tossed."
"You went through the introduction right? You've got a hand tossed right there!"
Picking up the disc of supposed dough it was soft sure but it looked almost more like Play-Doh than anything.
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