I'm gonna attempt to write about Rockit's pizza. It was my baby from 1990-1996. It was interesting, fun, stressfull, aggravating, joyous, silly, scary, and idiotic. I had many employees in those 6 years and many customers-if you were one, and I leave you out of the telling-then speak up.
I'm gonna talk about everything...and I mean everything. I'll leave out some stuff just for the sake of saving some people embarrassment-shame etc...But then again, I may include it, if it moves the story along and is funny. I like funny. I may change names or not include last names-sorry.
The story may jump around because my memory is spotty-it tends to work and recall things in fragments. It's kind of like going to the movies and seeing the preview to something and knowing how the movie is going to begin and end, with scene points in the middle. If I leave something out that you think is important-again, SPEAK UP.
Like I've said, some people think I was a fair boss and some thought I was an asshole...they're both right.
If you got a Rockit's story-wait until the approximate time period to tell it -or not- I do wanna hear it. I may have been there, but you have to remember I was behind the kitchen counter, so I missed a lot. I may also remember it differently-sorry, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I could cover my ass and say that this isn't necessarily the way it happened-but why? This story will be truthful-from my point of view-but, maybe not factual...if that makes any sense. I'd like to do this quickly but what I like and what will happen are nearly always 2 different things.
I wanna thank my friend Valli-whom none of you know-for correcting my punctuation. I bet she wishes she could have gotten a hold of this blog part-but Oh-Well!
Are you ready? Then hang on here we go....