- 6 years ago
- Wedding: April 2013
Long story short, I went to college, got a bachelor’s degree, couldn’t find a decent job anywhere. Now I am back in school studying to get my RN and working part time delivering pizzas. It’s sometimes alright, but mostly it is a horrible, soul-sucking job. But hey, at least it’s a job, right? It was unfortunately all I could find.
What makes it so terrible is the customers. Never in my life have I encountered such rudeness that makes me want to slap someone right in the face. Some days, going to work just makes me lose faith in humanity.
As a delivery driver, I am basically in the same boat as a waitress. I get paid less than minimum wage and make my living off of tips. I wish I could tell these people, if you’re not going to tip me, get off your lazy butt and come pick up your order yourself! It is NOT OK to order $50 worth of food, hand me exact change, and slam the door in my face. This or something similar happens to me every freaking day!
I do NOT get to keep the delivery fee. That’s just another way for the pizza place to make more money off of you. That $2.00 goes right into their pockets, not mine. It even says so on the box and the receipt. It’s not my fault if you can’t read.
Then there’s the fact that I have to use my own car/gas and do not get reimbursed. On an average shift, I use 1/4 of a tank of gas. This means I am filling up every 3-4 days. On a crappy day, when no one is tipping me, I end up acutally paying to go to work.
Also, just because I am working this crappy job doesn’t mean I’m any less of a person. I work in an area full of snotty rich people who think that because they have money, they matter more than everyone else. I wish I could tell them that I have one college degree and I’m going back for another, and the only reason I work where I do is because no matter how hard I try I can’t get anything else. At least, nothing that will be flexible enough to allow me to continue school. At least I am working for what I have. But no, having a s**t job means that I’m worthless, so it’s OK to give me one freaking dollar when I deliver your $150 worth of pizzas to the hugest freaking house I have ever seen in real life. Yes, that actually happened.
I have literally had one of these snotty rich people look me in the eye and say “maybe you should get a real job” as he hands me exact change. I started crying before he shut the door. Not having a “real job” is not for lack of trying.
Sometimes I wish I could wear a sign around my neck that says “unless enough people tip me, I’m going to be homeless pretty soon”. Because honestly, there have been times when that has been 100% true. Unfortunately I can’t say anything, because that would mean losing my soul-sucking job. So I have to just smile politely, say have a good day, and get over it.
I wish I could say that I am being dramatic here, but the truth is that these or similar things happen to me (and everyone I work with) on a daily basis. So just remember that even the person who delivers your pizza is a real person, who is just trying to make a living. If nothing else, this job has certainly made me more sympathetic to those who have to work for tips.
For now, I try to just remember that I (hopefully) won’t be doing this forever, and keep looking for a better job.
Thanks anyone who actually read this. And thus ends the rant. 🙂