Domestic Geek

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.

Current mood: irate
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You know what I hate more than anything when I'm delivering pizzas? Assmunches who say "I really wish I could give you something" or "I'll get a tip for you next time." In over 12 years of delivering, not once has anyone ever given me a tip next time. If you're that damn poor that you can't scrounge a lousy dollar for your pizza driver, then get off your goddamn ass and go get it yourself. Chances are that the pizza place probably has some sort of carry-out special anyway and you could save even more money than you currently are by ripping off your driver. Also, tips less than a dollar might as well be stiffs. Same applies as above. I dealt with six such losers tonight. I hope you all choked on your food.

The thing I hate the most after that are losers that aren't home when the driver gets there. When the phone person says 30-40 minutes or whatever, that doesn't mean you can leave your house to go the ATM, or the liquor store, or pick up your kids, or whatever. It's an estimate. More than likely if it is not in that time frame, it might be more, but on rare occasions, it could be less. It depends on how the runs work out and how close you live to the store. Also, don't call from work or from the cell in the car and hope you can get home before the pizza does. Both of these scenarios waste the driver's time and costs them money (they could be delivering to someone who is home), plus chances are you'll get a colder pizza since we have to come back. Get everything you need to do done before you call and then sit your ass in front of the TV or the computer and wait. I had one such loser tonight.

Can you tell I didn't have a good night tonight? Normally Saturday is my best tip night of the week. It took me 4 hours to make $27 in tips. I usually make about $30 in 2.5 hours. I am soooo pissed.
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Today at work I swept up the stuff that fell all over the floor during the dough-making process into one of those dust pans that have the long handle and hold lots of stuff (like you see the groundskeepers at amusement parks use). I emptied it into the trash can and noticed some stuff stuck in the bottom of it. There's always stuff stuck down there because the nimrods who clean at night just leave it full when they hang it up and it has many hours to sit and congeal before someone finally empties it. Anyway, dummy me decided to be nice and scrape it out. I took a long knife and scraped at the stuff and hundreds (if not thousands) of maggots come pouring out. Eeeewwwww. Well, being the thoughtful person that I am, I took it to the manager on duty and asked her if she wanted to see something truly disgusting. I thought she was going to puke. Strange that I got some sort of weird satisfaction from that as watching her and her "boy toy" make out at work makes me want to puke as well. And the head manager wonders why we have such a bad fly problem...