Yet another co-worker is leaving for greener pastures. Literally this time, as he will be working in the landscaping business. I'm happy for him, as it seems like he will be a much happier man this time around. I'll be more then a little sad, and not just because I'll be picking up his slack. He was a nice guy, who, despite what other said, did most of his fair share on the job. And the office gets a little emptier, and a little less friendly. So we took him off to eat pizza and other assorted Italian food, as that is his favorite. We chose Pizzaria Italiano, a pizzaria/restaurant run in the old Italian style on Exchange Place. The place was a little cramped, and there was a lack of chairs. So our waitress went across the street and borrowed a chair from Blimpie's. The food was good, if a little heavy, and the waitstaff was very helpful (and not to mention distracting due to very tight elastic tops) if not a bit deaf. But they didn't have my pineapple and ham pizza. I've been talking to them about it for a freaking week. And they always promise to get it. Promise, promise, promise. But when it came time to put up or shut up, they had nothing. So, despite all the reasons to go there again, I probably shan't. And they're pretty pricey to boot.