Work hard for the money

Today marks the first production day back after a very uneventful spring break.

I ordered pizza. I thought it was going to be a celebration. It was going to be a good day.

I walked out the door of The News Record and looked around. No one to my left, no one to my right, everything was good. It was a beautiful night. I watched the stars as photographer Sam Greene and I walked to CRC circle.

Little did I know my dreams of enjoying pizza would become nightmares.

There was a voice screaming in my head as we waited outside. I felt my blood turn ice cold and my pulse quicken as a random sedan pulled up with an older man with a backwards hat rolled down his window.

"Thanks for your patience," said he. I was stunned. We were out there for about 45 minutes, fully believing in the pizza tracker Domino's provides on their Web site.

Rod looked at me. His eyes glowed red with hatred. He "accidentally" threw the receipt at me. At ME. A DOCTOR. How this man, a delivery driver for a pizza chain, could treat a doctor so poorly was beyond me.

Long story short, the pizza was burnt -- just like my heart. I see the reasons to live disintegrating before my very eyes.

I am a shattered man.

-Gin