Last week at the restaurant, we rolled like the Oscars and had pizza delivered. It was one of those busy nights of nobody having the time to make anything for family meal. Imagine having pizza delivered to a freaking RESTAURANT!
The delivery guy must have been like WTF, especially if he hasn’t been delivering for too long. I can just imagine him thinking, “Aren’t you guys chefs in here, and you are ordering Dominos Pizza?” If he’s been doing it for a while, I guess he has more than likely seen it all and wasn’t as confused. Dominos makes me cringe, but I ate a slice (of the pepperoni one) anyway. I was too hungry not to.
So I wasn’t able to start working until I was old enough to make my own decisions. I remember back when you were a high school or college kid, it was cool to be working at the GAP or the movie theater. But get a job at Mcdonalds or Burger King and people would be ashamed to even know you lol. In ‘N Out and Baskin Robbins seemed to be a little more socially acceptable, however. And all the jobs were pretty much on the same minimum wage scale anyway. But apparently, there were the “cool” joints and the “losers” corners.
It was really easy to get hired at Dominos. I remember that all that was required was to be 18+, have a valid drivers license and a clean driving record. Half of the kids working at there were also college kids (from the same school nearby), working part time. And there were other guys that were there to support a family. I remember some dude in his 50’s that has been working there like forever. He was truly passionate about Domino’s. He was the one to train me and he would go on and on about the do’s and don’ts of the job.
The most ridiculous delivery ever was to some community home place for physically handicap people. I rang the doorbell to find a dwarf man (with notable physical ailments) opening the door. Oh and this wasn’t even for a pizza! I had to carry like six (or so) bottles (the big ones) of soda to his door. I carried it around trying to find the complex, then the unit. My arms about to fall off and when I finally find his place and ring the doorbell, there he is. He asks me to wait while he gets the money. He doesn’t return for a good while and he comes back with a box full of coins lol OMG! He starts counting the coins, handing them to me as he counts. It seemed endless and I probably had other runs to make at the time. So, there I am a pocket full of coins that amounted up to God knows how much (can’t remember but it was a LOT of coins). And then when he is FINALLY done counting the exact total, he says, “okay. Thank you” and shuts the door, without tipping! OMG that was THE MOST infuriating delivery ever!!
Those were some crazy times! I worked there for about two years or so while I was attending a JC….you know, completing my GE’s, trying to figure out what I wanted to major in. I have changed majors a number of times back and forth. I initially started out as an English major, but due to my parents’ strong discouragement, I changed it, tried different things, decided I wasn’t feeling ‘em, and ended up back where I started…back to being an English major.