have i mentioned that i HATE this driver thing? probably not yet with this vehemence.
yeah SHIT SHOW would be the best descriptor for the evening i’ve had. 2 deliveries, the first of which on the completely other side of town from where i was (that couldn’t be helped) i called to confirm the order, per protocol, they didn’t get it. call dispatch, they fax it again. a little while later i arrive at the restaurant, still no order. so i call dispatch again, they fax again…. no go. so i get the order myself from dispatch over the phone. head out when food’s ready. mind you i google map the directions for every order, sent me to the wrong area entirely. finally find the place. (i’ve called the custy to inform them of the delay) guy is a total jerk. oh, AND i hadn’t been informed that it was a COD order. perfect.
immediately get another order, think to myself, ‘great! i can make some money on this one, i know where it is, know where the apt is… good to go’ WRONG. get to the restaurant, food isn’t ready, i forgot to confirm the F!@*&# order. so i wait 20 minutes, food’s finally ready, drop it off… guy was understanding….
at this point i have decided for certain, this shit is a joke. NOT worth it at all. i don’t care, therefore this shouldn’t be stressful. F this. i’ll take 12 year old boy scouts down class V, in the snow, over this any day!
as i leave, i read 8:49 on my phone, i’m off at 9pm (little do i know, my phone reset its clock on me again, thankfully no more orders to deal with.)
…so i head back toward Heather’s, where until getting a delivery, i had been having a nice night. need gas so i stop, takes me 4 trys to get the pump to work.
stop for fast food because my stomach is imploding, pull out of the parking lot in the direction i need to go, there’s a concrete margin blocking me getting on the right side of the road. i have to go 70 yards the wrong way in a one way to get out of the road. DUDE. GAME OVER. im not putting up with this anymore. i cant be bothered to work for a company that, A: isnt giving me any work, B: is causing me to spend as much in gas as i’m making, and C: can’t get it’s shit together. i should have gone to the mall for a job.
and here we are…. my fast food is kicking in… i’m no longer shaking with a combination of low blood sugar and rage… and its ACTUALLY after 9 now. thank God! i’ll think of something more pleasant to tell you about tomorrow, i promise.
|Luna Moth at the Guide House
(a nice memory of a stress free evening)