Domestic Geek

Current mood: frustrated
Geez, going to work tonight was a total joke and waste of my time. A phone call telling me not to come in would've been appreciated instead of making me drive from Aurora to Thornton for a half hour of cutting green peppers. Just what I need when "cheap gas" is going for $1.89 right now. I'm so glad our manager is on top of things and finds out in advance when schools do/don't need to have pizzas delivered for lunch. Turns out today was an in-service day and there were no students. They sent the first batch of pizzas out before they found this out. Morons. So that, coupled with the fact that they're dead at the moment (more about that later) and there was no dough to do at all.

Next, the owner is upset that food cost is at 39% right now. Well, duh, you put out an unlimited toppings coupon—what do you expect? The store is in an area where people will take everything for free whether they wanted it or not. He's decided to raise the delivery charge to help cover the increase. I'm not sure to what as I've heard anything from $.60 to $1.00. There goes another portion of driver tips. The reason they're kind of dead now is the owner suddenly stopped sending out advertising. He's gearing up to launch some stupid pizza called "The Mediterranean." It's some chicken, garlic weirdo concoction that I refuse to try because it has green olives on it. Ewww. So, it's dead and in an effort to save labor (and make up for the outrageous food usage), several of us rush drivers were told we weren't needed. Great. Of course, the asst. manager that the head manager has a thing for is on overtime already and she works all day tomorrow, too. The whole situation is insane. I give up.

Current mood: amused
So, here is today's horoscope:


Have they met my bosses? Helloooo, nobody in my store has gotten a raise in years. I certainly never will. Man, that horoscope is too funny. I'm glad I don't base my whole life on those, but they're good for a chuckle once in a while.

I just saw a commercial on TV for the place I work. That has got to be the most boring, unprofessional-looking ad I've seen yet. It doesn't make me want to order from us, but then, I wouldn't order from us anyway. The last thing in the world I want to pay to eat is pizza. Anyway, the store was really busy last night. I'm beginning to think it's a conspiracy against me. When I drive, we're dead and when I don't, we're busy. It's starting to become a running joke in our store. The other day the asst. manager was looking at the schedule and said, "Uh, oh. Donna's driving tonight. We're going to be dead." I told the owner of the store this morning that he ought to pay me not to drive so that his sales will be higher. He had the nerve to laugh at me. Oh, well, it was worth a try!

I was at Lowe's to get a small (116") drill bit (I broke mine yesterday when I dropped the drill) and I was drooling over all the cool attachments that are out for the Dremel rotary tool. They also have cool drill bits that I want, but the set is $9 and I really need to wait and see how much my car repairs are going to cost before I blow money on something I don't really need.

I wonder what's up with the Locker Room show on KBPI. I was listening this morning and they kept playing this statement from the program director about how the Locker Room is off and there will be news next week about what's up with the morning show.

Current mood: frustrated
Dumb-ass manager calls me this afternoon and wakes me up from a sound sleep. Wants to know if I'm coming in to do dough tomorrow or if he has to do it before his plane takes off for his vacation. I ask him (through painfully swollen tongue) who is opening the next morning (perhaps this person could do it?). I knew Sunday's opener was scheduled the week before. He never answered. I told him I'd find a way to come in. Why can't he allow anyone else to take on part of this? I just don't get him. The worst of it was when I told him I was really sorry that I got so sick and he says, "I'm sure it wasn't a malicious act." Jerk. He doesn't use words like that, so I knew he had to be thinking it beforehand or somebody planted that word. Yeah, I've spent five days in bed and countless hours in pain barely able to swallow my own spit and not consuming anything except hot tea and NyQuil just to make your life a little more difficult. I used to pity the guy and not too long ago I would've felt really guilty about him having to do my dough. Not anymore. I can't wait to see how badly my schedule next week is screwed.

On a brighter note, Marcus just left for the store and he's going to bring me back some pudding! Mmmmmmm.

Damn, I tire easily. I need to lie down.

Current mood: pissed off
I made a whopping $10.55 tonight. Four deliveries. That's it. Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse.