Domestic Geek

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...

I got into it this morning with this woman at work about the government. I listen to Rush Limbaugh, do you think I'm going to be sympathetic to people who are upset about possibly losing government-funded daycare? Where does this damn entitlement feeling come from? I'm so SICK and TIRED of whiny-assed people moaning about the government not giving them enough... (fill in the blank). I'm tired of hearing about greedy corporations not paying enough. Listen, people. There is no magical, unending source of funds called "The Government". The government is YOU and YOUR FRIENDS and NEIGHBORS. Corporations are essentially YOU, YOUR FRIENDS and YOUR NEIGHBORS. All you're doing when you take "government" money is stealing from your friends and neighbors who happen to make more money than you (probably through their own hard work and sacrifice). Get off your lazy asses and work for what you want instead of taking from "the government". You'll feel better about yourself. I know I will.

Dang it. Why do I need money? Not working Tuesday-Thursday was really fun, but it is really going to hurt me financially. I'm supposed to be off the whole weekend, but I offered to work tonight (one driver is still stuck in San Francisco and can't get a flight into Denver until Saturday and another older driver hurt himself shoveling snow). If I didn't need the money, I wouldn't. I even told the manager I'd go ahead and make dough. I can't afford a whole week of no money coming in. *sigh*

I made it in to make dough, yesterday. It took four hours to get my car out and Marcus and I got sunburned. The plow guy kept getting stuck and he broke his plow trying to clear the snow on our street. What a mess! I knew there would be no way I could deliver when I saw the conditions of the side streets. Fortunatley, the manager convinced the owner to stay closed for one more day. I doubt they're in much better shape today, though. Oh, well.

On a brighter note, my craft room is almost all back together. Marcus and I finally got my Christmas desk all set up. I can't wait to use it. I contacted the Dimensions company to see if I can get new instructions for my kit. I'm really anxious to get started on it. I heard on the radio yesterday that the roof of the Michaels craft store in Aurora caved yesterday. I wonder how bad the damage was.

I need to redesign my whole web site. I think I'm going to start a craft blog to keep track of progress on various projects I've got going. Most of the rest of my site is soooooo out of date and I want a new blog design. Damn, why do I need money?