This is going to be my official Pizza Delivery bitch thread. Where I discuss and whine about the wierd shit that goes on in my job. And hell, it's only been my first week and it's already been strange.
One of the houses I delivered to my first day was a lesbian couple.
Yesterday, I was picking up a pizza bag to put food into it and a giant shiny brown bug ran out of it. The manager really needs to get the Orkin man in there, because I've seen flies, dead insects, and now a live insect. I'm honestly thinking of buying him some insect traps. Nuri worked in food... did you ever find insects in the kitchen at LJS?
For some reason, none of the other drivers light up their car signs at night. I figured out how, but then the sign burned out that night. Knowing the manager he probably won't replace the bulb.
There's this one driver who always lets other people ride with him while delivering. The first two nights I was there, it was his gf/wife and their baby. Next night it was two friends. Dude, you're there to work, not fuck around. And then one night the dumbfuck ran out of gas. Hello, that's what the gas stations are for!
True Story:
One night I was delivering to an apartment complex, but many of the buildings didn't have address numbers. So I call up the customer and have her direct me to the building. I made a successful delivery and went back.
Cashier later tells me that there was a lady on the phone that claimed she didn't get her food and it's been 3 hours. She tells me the address, and I told her I had been there, and even had the lady direct me to the address over the phone. I wondered if the woman was crazy. I got on the phone, asked the lady if she remembered her directing me on the phone to her apartment. And that she remembered me giving her the food.
"Yes. Yes. I remember. But you gave me the wrong item."
There's a big difference between not getting anything for 3 hours, and getting the wrong item.
Mind you it was not my fault she had gotten the wrong item. See, they give each order a number and put the orders on a heated rack with a ticket that has name address phone and the order. The food is in boxes, and I have no idea what's in the boxes because I just look at the numbers, and I have no idea if all the food is there, which means occasionally people haven't gotten everything they ordered.
Add to that, occasionally some of the people with seniority (some drivers and cooks come to mind), in a hurry grab the boxes, shove them in my face, and tell me to take them as if I know where the address is. No time to chell the map either. Since then, before I take a delivery, I chell the Microsoft maps on our computer to make sure I know where it is (I HAVE gotten lost), I chell each box to make sure they're all there and every food item is correct. And to hell if they say it slows me down a bit, I don't want to make two fucking round trips to the same location.
