Saturday night was busy, not busy all at once, just busy for a lot longer. I ended up taking deliveries till close to 10. Luckily they had written up our end-of-night task list before I got there so I was able to do mine (sweeping and mopping the back) between deliveries instead of getting stuck in the store cleaning for 20 minutes.
The night started off great. I was assigned a single (which I grumbled about on the inside), but once I got there I wasn't mad anymore. It was to the local firestation and not only were the firefighters foxy (yay alliteration!) but they also tipped me $8. I thought about bringing them an extra soda but decided, based on my experiences delivering to the firestation in Podunk, that it wouldn't be worth it. Next time, these guys are getting extra sodas.
The night ended badly. I was assigned a double and one of them was a free order. Free orders rarely tip. I guess I see the rationale from the customer side, they probably already tipped one delivery driver. However, I feel like the store should compensate me more than my gas reimbursement when I have to correct someone else's screw-up. Maybe give me the $2 that was charged on the delivery the first time. So I took that delivery second because I was expecting to get stiffed. When I got to my first delivery in a well-off suburb and a guy came to the door wearing a do-rag, my heart sank. Here's the thing, guys who think they're thugs feel more thuggish when they don't tip. They get some sort of amusement out of pointing out and exploiting other people's vulnerabilities.
I made $48 off of 12 deliveries, a tip average of $2.71 (would have been an average of $3.50 without those last two jerks).
Monday, April 26
Wednesday, April 21
4/20 National Ranch Dressing Day
Yesterday was 420, the national holiday of stoners. I delivered at least two orders that had in excess of 4 ranch cups ordered. You may not know this, but stoners love ranch dressing; If more than two are ordered per pizza, you can be sure they are smoking up.
Other than that, it was a pretty boring night. Little Yellow was freaking out a bit because some corporate inspector is in town. It's a dumb system. First, we've had corporate/higher-ups in the store no less than three times in the last month, so the store has gotten clean and stayed pretty clean. Second, everyone knows when the dude's in town and calls around to see which stores he's already hit and as soon as he leaves one store the general manager grapevine gets activated so that all of the remaining stores know that he's on his way to one of them.
Part of the effects of the inspector's arrival being imminent (which, by the way, he didn't make it to our store last night, pretty much guaranteeing a visit today) was that Little Yellow made dishwater. I was assigned to dishes. If you know me, you probably already know where this is going: I couldn't rinse all of my dishes out! It didn't turn out too bad, I ended up rinsing dishes in the mop sink/trough, but it still tested my sanity a bit. He was very lucky that he just ran the dishwater and didn't stick any of the nasty dishes in it and that I'd already rinsed most of the dishes sitting next to it that House Elf driver ended up washing.
I took three deliveries to third floor apartments and one deliver that was nothing but cheesesticks (they pretipped $1 and, since I was hungry and had just found out I would be staying late, I made sure Taco Bell was on my way).
I made $36 off of 9 deliveries, $2.71 average tip.
Other than that, it was a pretty boring night. Little Yellow was freaking out a bit because some corporate inspector is in town. It's a dumb system. First, we've had corporate/higher-ups in the store no less than three times in the last month, so the store has gotten clean and stayed pretty clean. Second, everyone knows when the dude's in town and calls around to see which stores he's already hit and as soon as he leaves one store the general manager grapevine gets activated so that all of the remaining stores know that he's on his way to one of them.
Part of the effects of the inspector's arrival being imminent (which, by the way, he didn't make it to our store last night, pretty much guaranteeing a visit today) was that Little Yellow made dishwater. I was assigned to dishes. If you know me, you probably already know where this is going: I couldn't rinse all of my dishes out! It didn't turn out too bad, I ended up rinsing dishes in the mop sink/trough, but it still tested my sanity a bit. He was very lucky that he just ran the dishwater and didn't stick any of the nasty dishes in it and that I'd already rinsed most of the dishes sitting next to it that House Elf driver ended up washing.
I took three deliveries to third floor apartments and one deliver that was nothing but cheesesticks (they pretipped $1 and, since I was hungry and had just found out I would be staying late, I made sure Taco Bell was on my way).
I made $36 off of 9 deliveries, $2.71 average tip.
Tuesday, April 20
4/19 Monday Night Mellow
There really wasn't much going on last night. Corporate was in town and making the rounds, so everything stayed pretty clean and I tucked my shirt in. Boombox driver came out with it and asked which team I play for. Still amused by this whole thing. I had a couple of great pre-tips (a $4 and a $5) and I convinced MamaBear to let me cash out before I took my last delivery, so I could go straight home after dropping it off. I climbed lots of stairs (4 out of 6 deliveries were to apartments and not on the first floor).
Came out with $26 off of 6 deliveries, a tip average of $3.04.
Came out with $26 off of 6 deliveries, a tip average of $3.04.
Sunday, April 18
4/16 17 Rain, rain
One of the first good thunderstorms of the year came through last night. We were very busy and the opposing forces of the lightning and thunder trying to lift my mood and customers fighting to bring it down again meant I was pretty melancholy.
At one point, when it was coming down the hardest, two customers in a row told me to "Stay dry." I suppose I get the impulse to try to make themselves feel better about me getting all wet. I don't mind delivering in the rain, it's what I do, but I do mind people not compensating me for it (they were both $2 tippers). There comes a point where I just want to throw their pizza at them and yell, "Do you see an umbrella?" but I don't, that's just a revenge fantasy.
One more thing that annoys me (that happened last night), people who yell, "Who is it?" at the door. First, they ordered pizza, I don't know who else they were expecting, maybe the cops to bust them for their prescription bottle full of pot or a psycho ex, but there's at least a 90% chance that if you order pizza that the next person at your door will be the pizza delivery person. If there's a chance that the answer to the question will be unsatisfactory and they wouldn't answer the door, wouldn't it be less hassle to not give away that they're home by yelling? Second, they already did the lazy thing and had pizza delivered, they're going to have to answer the door anyway, why not just get up and look through the peephole?
Friday night I got my first ever short-change. The bill was 17.09, they gave 20. I asked if they wanted change, they said yes. I gave them $3, they gave me none of it back. Hate teenage girls. I'm glad I never was one.
I know I'm just complaining at this point. I swear I had good deliveries. Had an Indian dude ask if I accepted tips and then tip me when I answered in the affirmative. It wasn't weird at all and I highly recommend it for anyone who isn't sure whether or not to tip in any situation. I had a $6 tip and a $5 off a check.
Boombox Driver seems to be either acting weird or initiating some sort of 4th grade flirting. He tugged on my ponytail one night and then aimed his car at me in the parking lot last night. Also asked me if I knew where to get drugs (I don't) and offered to hang out (and share his with me?) when he finds some.
Friday: $36 off 9
Saturday: $60 off 15
At one point, when it was coming down the hardest, two customers in a row told me to "Stay dry." I suppose I get the impulse to try to make themselves feel better about me getting all wet. I don't mind delivering in the rain, it's what I do, but I do mind people not compensating me for it (they were both $2 tippers). There comes a point where I just want to throw their pizza at them and yell, "Do you see an umbrella?" but I don't, that's just a revenge fantasy.
One more thing that annoys me (that happened last night), people who yell, "Who is it?" at the door. First, they ordered pizza, I don't know who else they were expecting, maybe the cops to bust them for their prescription bottle full of pot or a psycho ex, but there's at least a 90% chance that if you order pizza that the next person at your door will be the pizza delivery person. If there's a chance that the answer to the question will be unsatisfactory and they wouldn't answer the door, wouldn't it be less hassle to not give away that they're home by yelling? Second, they already did the lazy thing and had pizza delivered, they're going to have to answer the door anyway, why not just get up and look through the peephole?
Friday night I got my first ever short-change. The bill was 17.09, they gave 20. I asked if they wanted change, they said yes. I gave them $3, they gave me none of it back. Hate teenage girls. I'm glad I never was one.
I know I'm just complaining at this point. I swear I had good deliveries. Had an Indian dude ask if I accepted tips and then tip me when I answered in the affirmative. It wasn't weird at all and I highly recommend it for anyone who isn't sure whether or not to tip in any situation. I had a $6 tip and a $5 off a check.
Boombox Driver seems to be either acting weird or initiating some sort of 4th grade flirting. He tugged on my ponytail one night and then aimed his car at me in the parking lot last night. Also asked me if I knew where to get drugs (I don't) and offered to hang out (and share his with me?) when he finds some.
Friday: $36 off 9
Saturday: $60 off 15
Wednesday, April 7
4/6 Trapped!
Last night was slow and I was feeling complainy. We had ten drivers and few orders and Little Yellow wasn't sending anyone home. I suppose I understand why he did it, but it doesn't mean I like it. We have an inspection today, I believe his first one as GM, so he was freaking out about having everything clean. I cleaned the running boards, I cleaned the grates on the front of the soda coolers, we topped every box in the store (glued the coupons on) (which in retrospect is still easier than topping all of them before we fold them).
I only took 6 deliveries in the three hours I was there. That's two deliveries per hour. One delivery every thirty minutes. That sucks. I should be able to take at least twice that. Of those six, only one tipped well and one tipped acceptably (actually, the acceptable one was to the apartment complex literally right next door to the store and in the building right next to the gate, someone talented could probably piss off the roof of their building and hit our store if the wind was right). My worst was when a dude folded up a single and handed it to me really smooth, like he was somehow buying my favor discreetly.
I made $22 off of 6 (incorrectly reported on Twitter because I forgot about the quarters). A meager $2.38 per delivery.
I only took 6 deliveries in the three hours I was there. That's two deliveries per hour. One delivery every thirty minutes. That sucks. I should be able to take at least twice that. Of those six, only one tipped well and one tipped acceptably (actually, the acceptable one was to the apartment complex literally right next door to the store and in the building right next to the gate, someone talented could probably piss off the roof of their building and hit our store if the wind was right). My worst was when a dude folded up a single and handed it to me really smooth, like he was somehow buying my favor discreetly.
I made $22 off of 6 (incorrectly reported on Twitter because I forgot about the quarters). A meager $2.38 per delivery.
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