So you're scheduled for work during a sport championship game you don't care about. Said game is assured to create a lot of business, which means more deliveries and more tips, the lifesblood of a delivery driver.
And you're complaining?
Fuck, when I delivered sandwiches as one of my many jobs to pay my way through college I was fucking thrilled when I was scheduled for a busy time. Slow days sucked, but busy ones meant you'd go home at the end of the night with a fat wad of cash in your pocket.
You fail to realize two things:
1) It's almost a ghetto around here, no one tips worth shit.
2) Every customer's an asshole.
Yesterday I went through so much hell I just was about to tell the manager that I'd work in the building but I didn't want to do any more delivery.
See, when we get busy, we get BUSY. We'll have 8-9 drivers at once, but even with all those drivers during the insane friday-saturday-sundayonlyduringfootballseason days, orders regularly take an hour to over an hour to deliver.
And then customers bitch all the time. And 90% of the time it's black people who bitch. Why do you think I act so racist all the time. Fuckers think they're entitled to something because they're poor or because their greatgreatgreatgreat grandmother was a slave.
So this is how it goes down. I get to work, busy as fuck, next few deliveries are at 50 minutes. I drive to the house, they ask if I got lost, if I drive slow, where I was, if I was joyriding, taking my time, they ask if the food's cold, and even though there's still some warmth in the food they complain it's cold and whine and bitch and throw a fit and don't want to pay for all of it. And if they don't pay for all of it the remainder comes out of MY pocket.
I had one woman give me shit because her food was very late which wasn't even my fault, and then told me she was going to get me fired and then called my work and lied and told them I got an attitude with her and threw her pizza on the ground. I know where she lives, so she better watch it.
Another place this one tough 50cent looking fucker got mad at me because the phone lady got sassy with him, and chased me off his lawn along with his (dogfighting) pitbull telling me to "Get the fuck off my lawn nigga and don't ever come back again or I'll shoot yo ass."
So, Sam, how the fuck does this sound enjoyable? I'm about to stab the next customer that gets an attitude with me.
And yes, I am looking for something else.