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Mickey, your job is a walk in the park compared to what I did for two years— delivering pizza for one of the large chains. Trust me, the restaurant is at least
your turf, try actually going to one of those ghetto motherfuckers' homes. That is, if you survive the trip there. I have been ran off the road, broken down, killed my transmission ($2800 worth of repairs that time), been chased by dogs, chased by people in apartment complexes, threatened (different people, same complexes), etc. A delivery driver literally faces death every time they leave the restaurant, no matter how careful they are. Not to mention the fact that
everybody decides to order when the weather's bad and the roads are even more dangerous.
$65 in 10 hours? How much of your own money did you have to spend in gas and car maintenance to refill those patrons' drinks? Not a dime. Try driving over 100 miles a night within the same five-mile radius, that's about $10-15 right there, not to mention brakes, tires, oil changes, and whatever car problem du jour you're going to have to pay for out of your own pocket. Luckily I was never in a serious accident, because I didn't have commercial driver's insurance (it's prohibitively expensive) and I would have been SOL.
Oh yeah, you get 15-20%. I never got that luxury. On occasion, you'd get a customer with some class who'd give a good tip—maybe $5 for a $20 order, but those customers were few and far between. On weekends the local strip clubs would order, if I got that delivery I could expect about $7-9 (in perfume-scented ones, of course), but $1-2 was normally par, whether the order was $10 or $50.
Did I mention the fact that I got robbed while on delivery? You never feel so alone in your life as you do when you've got a gun pointed at you at 10:30pm in front of some self-storage facility located down an isolated back road. At least I wasn't jumped and then beaten for five minutes like one of my former co-workers. So you lose your entire night's tips, at least you're still alive, right?
Keep complaining, Mickey, you don't know how good you have it.
And Adolph, I could lecture you all night trying to raise your awareness, but I'd rather deck you.
― naus (Robert T), Monday, 14 November 2005 10:23 (eighteen years ago) link
Number of people who decided to tip me absolutely nothing, despite having inarguably good service: 3
Number of tables who decided to sit there for hours: 2
Tables in my section: 3
Number of tables who gave me under 10 percent tip: 2-3
Number of people I hate: everyone
― Mickey (modestmickey), Saturday, 19 November 2005 06:31 (eighteen years ago) link
one year passes...