Last night I hit burnt-out like a brick wall; just smacked into it going 60 mph on my first delivery. I spent at least 5 minutes sitting in my car after I got back refusing to go back inside. I couldn't do it. Inside meant more pizza, more boppers, more drivers, more shitty tippers who didn't seem to realize that it was fucking freezing outside and raining. I got stiffed, straight-up, twice. Bambi Bopper was fucking everything up on the phones. She took at least two delivery orders as carryouts; she was mis-stickering boxes. I finally told ArmyCook that he needed to politely tell Bambi that garlic parmesan breadsticks go in a 12 inch not a 10 inch box because if I had to tell her I wasn't going to be polite, tactful, or nice. Seriously, why is she still here?! Why are we putting up with such blatent incompetence? If this were a real job or she wasn't dating Stoner Manager, she would be fired by now, or quit because someone made her cry after yelling at her for doing something moronic.
I put in a request to get less hours. See above if you can't figure out why. I am going crazy!
Walked out after 3 hours with $9 yesterday. Super Burn!
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With all the people looking for work, ANY work, they really can find better.
Really.
Apparently, Stoner Manager prefers keeping her employed more than having his pizza "hand tossed". (ehem.)
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