I just got home from work, and I'm fuming. My old man isn't home to hear about it, so you have to.
The time is 4:45, and I get a call for a delivery order. This is only my third delivery call of the day, which beats my one delivery for Wednesday. So, I take the order, go back and make the pizzas.
The time is 5:10. I was supposed to be off at 5:00, but of course am going to take this delivery before I go. Just as I'm loading up the second pizza of the order into my delivery bag, the night shift driver walks in. Yes, The Baby (see previous post for background on The Baby). He looks at my delivery and says "you're off, so I'll take that one."
I'm thinking: you've got to be fucking kidding me if you think you're taking this. I say to the assistant manager: do you want me to take this, or should I just go home? He is a little bitch baby who doesn't want to stand up to this fuck, so he says: you guys figure it out, I'm working on something else.
So I say to The Baby: Okay, I'm taking it. As I go to print up the address and everything, he throws a legal fit. Like, two year old style. Practically on the ground writhing.
I say: I've only had two deliveries all day, I took the order, I made the pizzas, it's only 5:10 - I'm taking it.
He says "okay, you take it" and continues to throw his baby fit. He says how I'm taking money away from him now, and he doesn't care that I only had two deliveries because I'm the day driver, and that's my shift, so that's my fault not his. He says that maybe he'll only get four deliveries all night. He says that I was off at 5:00, so I can't take it. He says a bunch of other baby stuff. He is 43 years old.
The whole time he's ranting, I don't say peep. I already said my piece, and I've learned from watching parents dealing with two year olds throwing fits - you just have to let them cry and cry and ignore them.
The assistant manager was standing right there the whole time this is going down, and he doesn't say peep either. Like a coward.
Then, I get back from my delivery and, luckily, The Baby is gone. The assistant manager is all acting like he was on my side, saying what an asshole The Baby is and everything. I'm thinking "gee, thanks for standing up for me and saying something instead of just standing there like an idiot."
I find out The Baby had fourteen deliveries last night. Fourteen. That's like a million dollars. I don't think I've even taken fourteen deliveries in the entire 1.5 weeks I've been there. I'm sure I haven't.
And, The Baby wasn't even supposed to start his shift until 6:00, he just came in at 5:00 because he knew I was off then and thought he'd take my tips for that hour in between shifts. Fucker.
So, tomorrow I think I'm going to talk to the GM and tell him this is the second run-in I've had with The Baby and request that he schedules me right up until 6:00 so this can't happen again. I think I'll also ask him to give The Baby a talkin' to. I am livid.
The time is 4:45, and I get a call for a delivery order. This is only my third delivery call of the day, which beats my one delivery for Wednesday. So, I take the order, go back and make the pizzas.
The time is 5:10. I was supposed to be off at 5:00, but of course am going to take this delivery before I go. Just as I'm loading up the second pizza of the order into my delivery bag, the night shift driver walks in. Yes, The Baby (see previous post for background on The Baby). He looks at my delivery and says "you're off, so I'll take that one."
I'm thinking: you've got to be fucking kidding me if you think you're taking this. I say to the assistant manager: do you want me to take this, or should I just go home? He is a little bitch baby who doesn't want to stand up to this fuck, so he says: you guys figure it out, I'm working on something else.
So I say to The Baby: Okay, I'm taking it. As I go to print up the address and everything, he throws a legal fit. Like, two year old style. Practically on the ground writhing.
I say: I've only had two deliveries all day, I took the order, I made the pizzas, it's only 5:10 - I'm taking it.
He says "okay, you take it" and continues to throw his baby fit. He says how I'm taking money away from him now, and he doesn't care that I only had two deliveries because I'm the day driver, and that's my shift, so that's my fault not his. He says that maybe he'll only get four deliveries all night. He says that I was off at 5:00, so I can't take it. He says a bunch of other baby stuff. He is 43 years old.
The whole time he's ranting, I don't say peep. I already said my piece, and I've learned from watching parents dealing with two year olds throwing fits - you just have to let them cry and cry and ignore them.
The assistant manager was standing right there the whole time this is going down, and he doesn't say peep either. Like a coward.
Then, I get back from my delivery and, luckily, The Baby is gone. The assistant manager is all acting like he was on my side, saying what an asshole The Baby is and everything. I'm thinking "gee, thanks for standing up for me and saying something instead of just standing there like an idiot."
I find out The Baby had fourteen deliveries last night. Fourteen. That's like a million dollars. I don't think I've even taken fourteen deliveries in the entire 1.5 weeks I've been there. I'm sure I haven't.
And, The Baby wasn't even supposed to start his shift until 6:00, he just came in at 5:00 because he knew I was off then and thought he'd take my tips for that hour in between shifts. Fucker.
So, tomorrow I think I'm going to talk to the GM and tell him this is the second run-in I've had with The Baby and request that he schedules me right up until 6:00 so this can't happen again. I think I'll also ask him to give The Baby a talkin' to. I am livid.
next time you should bring your camera and record the tantrum!
ReplyDeletealso, when you respond to babies during a tantrum, you should talk slowly and quietly so they have to calm down to hear you.
I say you punch him.
ReplyDeletei say we make a fake delivery for the farthest point that you deliver to so that he misses out on another delivery or two. and make the pizza really gross so he won't get to eat it. but really what other revenge can you get on a 43yr old pizza delivery driver? does he drive a dropped camry?
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