Tiny Moments of Stupidity and Woe

Let's see.

On the job:

-Managers who sit around for 15 minutes with a delivery up. They're taking care of a customer at front counter, okay, no biggie. They finish up, and instead of taking my cash and sending me on a delivery which is due in five fucking minutes to an address ten minutes away they... turn to the make table and start making pizza. I've literally had to wait for 10-15 minutes because my manager refused to take 30 seconds to send me off on another delivery, and there's NOTHING I can do about it since I have neither register access nor the authority to dispatch myself on a delivery.

-Wrong addresses/phone numbers. It's not rocket science people. The customer calls. You take their phone number. If info doesn't pop up on them, confirm the phone number. If it's a new customer, take their address. Confirm the address with them, and make sure it's not an apartment complex. If it is, take down the apartment number and confirm it with them. No, you goddamn moron, EIGHTH PLACE IS NOT THE SAME AS EIGHTH STREET.

-Assholes who don't tip. Look, guys. I have the distinct honor of paying out of pocket just to do my job. I blow anywhere from 50 cents to over 2-3 bucks' worth in gas for ONE delivery. And I get 85 cents commission on each delivery. Do the math: More often than not, I actually lose money for doing my job. The only reason why I'm not is because I get tips. If you're gonna order over 50 bucks in pizza from a fucking trailer park on some retarded-ass backwoods highway, you're damn straight I'm gonna expect a tip, especially since I blew a gallon of gas (which, by the way, is 3 bucks a gallon right now from the cheapest place in town) and a half-hour (that could've been spent delivering pizza to customers that are closer and tip better than your cheap ass) to get your pizza to you on time.

Elsewhere, I'm gonna have to second pretty much everything said about driving on the road. I especially hate rubberneckers. =|

Jam it back in, in the dark.