Currently I’m working at a pizza place that I started at a year after high school and quit shortly after. Now I’m back 3 years later. At the end of the night if we have more than two full leftover pizzas that haven’t gone out on the buffet we box them up and will donate it to one of the local hospitals.
Tonight we had 4 large pizzas that were to be delivered to a local emergency room.
Before I arrived an ambulance had just pulled up to the entrance and the nurses rushed a patient inside. The place was also packed with cars in the parking lot, so you could assume it was a hellish night so far for all of the staff.
When I entered the check-in area I could see a visibly stressed nurse with a phone to her ear. Shortly after seeing me she hung up the phone and asked what I could do for her.
“Ma’am I have a couple of pizzas here for all you fine folks busting your butts tonight, courtesy of my work.” (actual name not listed for obvious reasons)
Her face just lit up with a bright smile as she told me, “You just made my night.” She went on to talk about how crazy it’s been and how they were understaffed. She claimed that the pizza would be a great boost to moral early on during a long night.
It’s little moments like this that let me love my job and make me wish I could do it more often. Sometimes I think about putting more pizzas into the oven before close just to put a smile on someone’s face with a fresh pie instead of one that’s been sitting for a while. God knows ER staffers deserve it more than anyone else.