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So as you may or may not have surmised, Guitar Center is a horrible place run by a set of bullshit corporate rules designed to fuck the employees (ridiculously referred to by GC literature as its most valued asset) out of a great deal of their time for a unbelievably small pittance of cash. Dedicated readers will be hearing a lot about this is the upcoming weeks.

But the people who work at the GC are in general pretty solid dudes. Sure there were some that I hated, but for the most part the kids were alright.

Here's one of my favorite Guitar Center memories:

Brendan Hooper and I were eating pizza in the break room. He and I are both large-ish fellas and since we were pressed for time due to the aforementioned bullshit rules (i.e. approximately twelve seconds for lunch on a busy day) we had to improvise in order to get a full meal. So we started folding pizza slices on top of each other and making pseudo-sandwiches.

We decided we would call these creations "pizzandwiches". This name is catchy and works well, but soon we realized we would need a name to describe this culinary creation when we were traveling in Mexico. Thus was born "El Sandizza!"