The Night In Pizza
On the whole, I really enjoy delivering pizza. I did it all through college, and went back to it when I was in between tech jobs a few years ago. Nowadays I use it as a great way to provide some extra income at the margin. Each week, I usually work one “rush” (meaning 5:30 til it stops being busy around 9:00) and one “close” (5:30 til we close at 2:00, usually with 45 minutes or so of cleanup afterwards). I get to tool around town, listen to music and audiobooks, see what other people’s lives are like, and generally have a nice little bit of time to myself. Slow nights and bad tip nights aren’t fun, but it all averages out to be pretty good.
I’ll endeavor to keep track of an evening of delivery every now and then. I won’t list anyone’s addresses, and I’m not going to make it a “bastards who don’t tip me Hall of Shame.” For the record, I would like to tell you that I don’t think less of people who don’t tip, but that would be a lie. As I will no doubt outline elsewhere, the tips are the single most important element in making this job pay, and every time go back to my car with a check for the exact amount, there’s just a little twinge of bitterness. So please forgive me if I give offense complaining about it. If you do take offense, though, I would submit that you should probably tip more. You’d feel better about yourself.
August 12th, 2006 - Posted in Pizza | |
