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I also got some Avril Lavigne later in the morning
Someone called to ask if they mailed something today would it reach LA by Friday, I know the sign says information but seriously come on.
Also a pet peeve of mine, when I give people directions using the map and they rotate the map as I'm giving directions. There just may be a reason that I placed the map as I did that would make it much easier for you to follow my directions.
Walked away from my "friendly neighborhood pizza delivery guy" gig of 4 1/2 years a week ago Sunday. Enough was enough. I put up with plenty of crap over the years, but August broke me.
Was working for a local, non-chain establishment. We had our small-town festival here the second weekend of the month. Slaughter & an Eagles tribute act played, and we had double-duty going on between our restaurant base and the Taste Of (insert city name here) booth at the park. That weekend includes at least a couple of our Top 5, Top 10 busiest nights of the year.
A grill cook got a day job the Tuesday before, and up-and-quit on the boss Saturday of the festival. My ex-boss had a decision: stay and work the three post-festival hours of his shift that night... or close down early. She closed down early, at 11pm versus the usual 2am closing time. Left me alone to do all the dishes after 11, while she took her friends-as-temporary-help out to the bar. I had taken a mere 13 deliveries during the 4-11pm portion of my shift that night. I counted two dozen phone calls come in during the 90ish minutes from turning the answering machine on to when I finished her park booth dishes. Now, as a pizza delivery guy, you have to understand... I was making five an hour plus tips during all this. I was most displeased to be missing out on one of the most lucrative nights of the year because my boss wanted to get drunk instead.
I thought about simply not showing up the next day. Restaurant base was closed that Sunday, so we could close down & pack up the equipment at the booth in the park. The boss' niece and her friend (high school girls) had a tip jar out, and left without sharing it with her regular staff who were also working. The temp help girls taking tickets at the window got paid more than the regular staff who actually did the cooking? Not cool, but she had their back.
Normally closed Mondays. Additionally, closed Tuesday-Wednesday after the festival. Thursday? That was my birthday, which I had asked off for six or seven months prior. Only option to cover my shift got scheduled to fill in for the departed grill guy. I picked a fight that night. Came in armed with a note. Two of our primary competitors had already approached me with better offers; one of the ways I had spent those two days closed was filling in the other half of the equation. Gave it to her in what I felt was a politely worded letter - including a little payscale table - telling her that after all this time, I deserved better than being what I determined was the lowest-paid delivery driver in town. I just wanted what someone with zero experience could get elsewhere in town, and I let her know it. Boss lady didn't talk to me about it it. She did write a note on my letter: "did you ask this competitor how many runs per shift they have?" Me: "I did, we compared notes, some nights he had more in a 6hr shift vs I did in a 10hr shift." I added a P.S. "ask me how many phone calls we missed while I was doing your dishes Saturday night." No response to that.
Boss lady doesn't mention it at all after the passive-aggressive note. I was walking around eggshells and on my best behavior since my letter, because I knew she was just looking for a reason. She got it the following Sunday. Trying to leave my apartment, a neighbor's visitor had pulled up between the proper rows of parking between buildings. I was blocked in by this BS perpendicular park job, and as a result punched in at 6-7 minutes late because I couldn't leave. Boss lady erupted on me. I know I tempted her with "So fire me" numerous times, but she wasn't having it. She went off about always being here during normal hours of operation, and I went off. Told her - again - to ask me how many phone calls we missed while I was doing her dishes & she was at the bar. She wouldn't. Says it's her business, and I don't get to tell her how to run it. I tell her "The way I see it, it was Go Big or Go Home time - and you went home!" She says "You don't talk to your boss like that!" She walks away as I say "Bosses don't act like that!" because we've been open for ten minutes and have three deliveries already.
I turn to my fellow driver, closest thing she has to a proper manager. We both had starting dates prior to Boss Lady buying the place, him continuously and myself on my third tour of duty in fifteen years. She'd tried to blame the premature close on him, and I knew he didn't see it her way. During the argument, I had cited his doing fifteen hour days (delivery is his side job) on a weekly basis for her when she couldn't be bothered to work one all year. I had also mentioned that, though she referred to him as a manager, she didn't pay him like a manager. He had kept quiet during the whole thing, but he heard me make a few points in his favor. I turned to him as I grabbed my time card. "Decision time... are you coming with me?" ...and with that, her entire delivery staff walked out on her together.
On the way out, my fellow driver said he'd punched in at 4:01 that day and she didn't say a thing about it.
That night, she called in a waitress on her night off and put her on the road in our place. Also, the grill cook who was at least fifteen minutes late and missed the whole thing. (Funny how he didn't get any trouble being late.) They were her only other employees with transportation of their own. And, I'm told, that aforementioned cook-turned-driver already stole some money from her and walked out. I'll take some Schadenfreude pleasure watching that kind of stuff go on from afar.
Idle doesn't suit me well, and I'm trying to change that. In discussions with one of those aforementioned better-paying competitors now, and they would indeed pay me better from day one than old Boss Lady ever did.
In the meantime, I've exchanged purging the most toxic person in my life out of it for a bit of temporary financial uncertainty. I had the September bills covered when I walked, but October's coming. From the temporarily unemployed, just gotta say I hope y'all have some things you enjoy about these jobs you're complaining about aside from your grievances. Could be worse.
Post by NothingButFlowers on Sept 4, 2014 14:12:01 GMT -5
Not my work in this case, but someone's. I came across this in an Angie's List review while looking for a new doctor:
Like most doctor's offices, the front office staff are unfriendly and simply put-just seem to be unhappy individuals. When I come across people like this in the service industry, I do not hesitate to remind them of our country's unemployment rate and ask them if they would like to be added to that statistic. Particularly those in the medical field with rotten personalities and attitudes, I ask them to remember why they chose to enter this field. If that doesn't elicit the response I'm looking for, I will assertively suggest they consider serving at their local hamburger joint.
I can't imagine why anyone would not be just shiny and cheerful every time they see this person coming.
Brief update: Apparently the sign in the window reading "Closed Tuesdays through the end of August" gave way to a surprise "not open on Tuesdays & Wednesdays the first week of September, either" when I tried to pick up my final half-paycheck yesterday. Hope her three hours at the bar was worth all the trouble it caused.
I'm convinced there is a large percent of the population here that cannot retain more than one thought at a time.
Me: "go straight, then turn right on 2nd street, then turn left on vine ave" (slowly, clearly, and all while showing the route on the map) Idiot: "So I just go straight?"
There are also a good number of people that ask for directions and then walk away after the first step, I used to stop them and give them the rest of the directions, but recently I decided that if they start walking away they obviously know the rest of the way and can figure it out their self.
I can't wait to quit my job. I've been working 3 OT shifts for the past 2 weeks, this will be my third consecutive 52 hour work week. I'm so over it. I need the money but I'm so unbelievably fed up with this place I honestly don't know how I'm going to get through the next week. Even if I don't sign up for the overtime I'll prob end up getting mandated anyways. I just really want to graduate and fingers crossed I can get a job somewhere in my field by march at the latest. I'm done. So, so done.
I told y'all I quit my last pizza delivery gig. That thing I told my boss, about where someone would get paid more on Day One at a competitor? True. I start next week. That sidestep pays the bills while I'm looking for the next step up. Anyway, in honor of that, here's one of the greatest hits of complaint stories about my old boss.
For context, this happened about two years ago, in the lead-up to the 2012 election. It was the first week of the month, when there are paydays and certain funds making their way out. That particular night was seeing a stronger share of orders to the local Section 8 apartment complex, which I'll admit was arguably related - but not for Boss Lady's reasons.
Boss Lady started complaining about all the "takers" spending her tax dollars ordering pizza with their food stamp cards. I spent eight years at a convenience store which did actually accept food stamps, so I've had training and experience with it. I knew this statement to be untrue for several reasons, and challenged her on that statement.
I told Boss Lady that couldn't be true. You're not allowed to spend food stamp money on cooked, prepared foods. This doesn't matter to her; she complains about the "takers" again. So I ask Boss Lady if she ever received the approval/license from the state to accept food stamp payments. You need that license, and a machine which facilitates use of PIN numbers, to take those payments. We had neither. She says insists the EBT card works the same as Visa/MasterCard. I say, no... you need that license to take those payments; if what you were saying were actually true, you would be committing a fraud by charging taxable items to food stamp benefits. Now she's mad at me. She leaves the kitchen, still insisting she's correct.
As soon as she's gone, the waitress, she pulls out her own food stamp card. Because, for all of Boss Lady's complaining about "takers," she pays her employees to a degree where they qualify for food stamps. Waitress swipes her own food stamp card through the credit card reader, testing it out. The machine responds: "UNSUPPORTED CARD." And the waitress says: "I knew it."
True, it's just complaining about the old Boss Lady. But I also think this story says quite a bit about America.
I told y'all I quit my last pizza delivery gig. That thing I told my boss, about where someone would get paid more on Day One at a competitor? True. I start next week. That sidestep pays the bills while I'm looking for the next step up. Anyway, in honor of that, here's one of the greatest hits of complaint stories about my old boss.
For context, this happened about two years ago, in the lead-up to the 2012 election. It was the first week of the month, when there are paydays and certain funds making their way out. That particular night was seeing a stronger share of orders to the local Section 8 apartment complex, which I'll admit was arguably related - but not for Boss Lady's reasons.
Boss Lady started complaining about all the "takers" spending her tax dollars ordering pizza with their food stamp cards. I spent eight years at a convenience store which did actually accept food stamps, so I've had training and experience with it. I knew this statement to be untrue for several reasons, and challenged her on that statement.
I told Boss Lady that couldn't be true. You're not allowed to spend food stamp money on cooked, prepared foods. This doesn't matter to her; she complains about the "takers" again. So I ask Boss Lady if she ever received the approval/license from the state to accept food stamp payments. You need that license, and a machine which facilitates use of PIN numbers, to take those payments. We had neither. She says insists the EBT card works the same as Visa/MasterCard. I say, no... you need that license to take those payments; if what you were saying were actually true, you would be committing a fraud by charging taxable items to food stamp benefits. Now she's mad at me. She leaves the kitchen, still insisting she's correct.
As soon as she's gone, the waitress, she pulls out her own food stamp card. Because, for all of Boss Lady's complaining about "takers," she pays her employees to a degree where they qualify for food stamps. Waitress swipes her own food stamp card through the credit card reader, testing it out. The machine responds: "UNSUPPORTED CARD." And the waitress says: "I knew it."
True, it's just complaining about the old Boss Lady. But I also think this story says quite a bit about America.
I always wondered how the Papa Murphy's in my area of town (lower income) was able to sustain such a steady flow of business. Recently I learned that since the pizza's are uncooked, people are able to use their EBT cards there. Now it makes total sense why that place is always absolutely packed.
Fun fact: Did you know Hare Krishna's real purpose is to instill a murderous rage in those around them with ringing those bells for fucking hours and hours in front of someones fucking office. I'm assuming they are allied with the Salvation Army.
I always wondered how the Papa Murphy's in my area of town (lower income) was able to sustain such a steady flow of business. Recently I learned that since the pizza's are uncooked, people are able to use their EBT cards there. Now it makes total sense why that place is always absolutely packed.
(Sorry, first paragraph is relevant to quoted text but the rest turns into a semi-related rant.) Yeah, Papa Murphy's qualifies. Not sure whether the rules are on a federal or state level, but there's been quite a bit of friction between Papa Murphy's & the state of Wisconsin recently. State wanted to reclassify uncooked carryout pizzas as taxable items, which Papa Murphy certainly doesn't want. Didn't go anywhere this session, but might be back again. Knowing how my state works nowadays, Papa Murphy can probably just make that go away with a campaign check.
But really, that Section 8 complex? Orders plenty, as I mentioned, but not with EBT/food stamps. There's a privately owned, but smaller, batch of comparable apartments across the street. Similar units, residents & income levels as far as I can tell. Just don't have the child and/or disability to qualify across the street in Section 8. Not to mention, single mothers who work for my ex-Boss Lady qualify for and live in that Section 8 complex... and Wal-Mart workers, the guy making Call Of Duty packaging at the local box factory, and the girl on the intercom who asks if you'd like fries with that, for that matter.
Pizza delivery guy's view? Not only more likely to get a tip at the public housing, but likely a better one. Only one unit out of of that whole private apartment ever tips, and it's home to possibly the worst of the never-tippers in town. At least as far as single instances go? I've taken a $95 order there within the quoted time and still counted back every last penny.
Just a brief tale of two places. One of which gets some assistance, but by way of my tips keeps money circulating. The other place, I put nothing into circulation through them because I rarely get tips there; their rent check goes to a landlord who likely just pockets it. At least, he certainly maintains the worst-kept residential driveway/lot in town - which is saying something as a pizza guy in Wisconsin. So I know that landlord's money isn't going to the local plow/salt services, either. At least the Section 8 place across the streets employs its residents to maintain the grounds. A bit of a tale of contrasting economic approaches on that one street there.
While I'm worked up about it: This pizza guy can assure you that the too-frequently-repeated "black people don't tip" thing is just some racist bullshit.
My biggest non-tippers are more appropriately described as "white trash."
Post by gardenfresh on Sept 14, 2014 13:16:13 GMT -5
I'm a CA resident, food stamps are indeed accepted for hot taxable food here. Fast food places love hanging the big sign in the window "EBT ACCEPTED HERE". Also, if you are both on welfare and receiving food stamps-- both those items will be on the same EBT card and you pick either cash/food when you go to pay.
For three years I worked at a grocery store in an affluent neighborhood (median hh income $146,021)-- this experience has exposed me to the truth of food stamps: people cheat the system and abuse EBT. I could not believe the EBT customers we had that would buy the expensive steaks, shrimp, organic stuff, candy, frozen meals, etc. They would pull their EBT card out of their fancy ass expensive LV or D&B purse. Then I would help them to their car and load their tax payer paid kosher organic filets into their pricey luxury vehicle.
The whole thing sickens me. No offense to anyone out there on food stamps and not taking advantage, you da real MVP.
Post by NothingButFlowers on Sept 17, 2014 12:21:52 GMT -5
Anyone else ever have days when you just can't figure out how to start? I went to have blood work done this morning, so I was late getting here. Then I realized that I had to go somewhere to get breakfast in order to avoid literally passing out at my desk. And now it's after 10:00, and I have no idea how to make myself do something work related.
Anyone else ever have days when you just can't figure out how to start? I went to have blood work done this morning, so I was late getting here. Then I realized that I had to go somewhere to get breakfast in order to avoid literally passing out at my desk. And now it's after 10:00, and I have no idea how to make myself do something work related.
I generally start small when I feel like that - pick one of the least time consuming / easiest responsibilities you have; after you cross that one off the list you may feel motivated to take on a bigger fight.
I'm a CA resident, food stamps are indeed accepted for hot taxable food here. Fast food places love hanging the big sign in the window "EBT ACCEPTED HERE". Also, if you are both on welfare and receiving food stamps-- both those items will be on the same EBT card and you pick either cash/food when you go to pay.
For three years I worked at a grocery store in an affluent neighborhood (median hh income $146,021)-- this experience has exposed me to the truth of food stamps: people cheat the system and abuse EBT. I could not believe the EBT customers we had that would buy the expensive steaks, shrimp, organic stuff, candy, frozen meals, etc. They would pull their EBT card out of their fancy ass expensive LV or D&B purse. Then I would help them to their car and load their tax payer paid kosher organic filets into their pricey luxury vehicle.
The whole thing sickens me. No offense to anyone out there on food stamps and not taking advantage, you da real MVP.
Thank you for sharing that, it was a well written article that did help me see the other side of it. I suppose there is always more than meets the eye, I hope I didn't offend any Benz drivers with EBT cards
Anyone else ever have days when you just can't figure out how to start? I went to have blood work done this morning, so I was late getting here. Then I realized that I had to go somewhere to get breakfast in order to avoid literally passing out at my desk. And now it's after 10:00, and I have no idea how to make myself do something work related.
I generally start small when I feel like that - pick one of the least time consuming / easiest responsibilities you have; after you cross that one off the list you may feel motivated to take on a bigger fight.
Results vary for me.
I tried an alternative solution of compulsively checking Inforoo and playing stupid games on my phone all day.
I'm a CA resident, food stamps are indeed accepted for hot taxable food here. Fast food places love hanging the big sign in the window "EBT ACCEPTED HERE". Also, if you are both on welfare and receiving food stamps-- both those items will be on the same EBT card and you pick either cash/food when you go to pay.
For three years I worked at a grocery store in an affluent neighborhood (median hh income $146,021)-- this experience has exposed me to the truth of food stamps: people cheat the system and abuse EBT. I could not believe the EBT customers we had that would buy the expensive steaks, shrimp, organic stuff, candy, frozen meals, etc. They would pull their EBT card out of their fancy ass expensive LV or D&B purse. Then I would help them to their car and load their tax payer paid kosher organic filets into their pricey luxury vehicle.
The whole thing sickens me. No offense to anyone out there on food stamps and not taking advantage, you da real MVP.
How is it possile to get through the days without multiple coffees or illicit substances? I just hit a wall head on.
It's possible to get used to just about anything, but the question is, why would you want to? Coffee is good for you. Maybe not so much the illicit substances.