In a message dated 4/28/2007 7:40:38 A.M. Pacific Daylight Time,
DonBoats@aol.com writes:
JT, you have me confused with another Don.
Don "Not So Crazy Don" Boats
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I'm in trouble now. That's what I used to say when delivering pizza for
Little Caesars after knocking on the door and a tiny dog would stand barking
nervously behind it's owner. That reminds me, Once I delivered a pie, told my
joke, drove back to the store and about fifteen minutes later the guy I
delivered to pulled up in the parking lot and walked into the store with the pizza
box. He was very angry and said, pointing to me, "That driver gave me an upside
down pizza." I knew instantly what went wrong. We had a teen boy working in
the kitchen who's job it was to remove the pizzas from the oven with a large
spatula and slide them in an open box then close. Brandon was sort of
confused sometimes and I knew for the problem pizza he had a box on the table. lid
open, he slid the pizza onto the lid of the box then closed the box over the
lid. He realized the pizza was right side up but the box was upside down.
Can't have that, he thought so he gingerly flipped the box over so the lid was on
top where it should be.
The ugly side of that job was the boss, a tiny Asian lady told me one day,
"The sign for your car top is considered part of your uniform so please put it
on the car then clock in." I went straight to the labor board and they
informed me it was not part of my uniform. I told the manager lady and as I was
talking I knew my pizza days were numbered from the look in her eye. Sure
enough, the next day I got runs outside our normal area.
Some other ugly things about fast food places is they have no chairs, not
even for the manager. Our manager sat on a flour sack to do her office work. I
clocked in one day and worked on some dough making job or something while the
regular crew of young teens were doing their work [for "training wage",sub
minimum wage]. Suddenly they all stopped working and went over to clock in for
the day. The manager had conned them into working off the clock so she could
make some sort of quota of saving work hours.
A scary ugly thing, we had a driver who was a rich kid and for some reason
thought a pizza driver was a great job. Only he was a scam artist. He had a
brand new Ford Mustang V8 convertible and would peel rubber leaving the parking
lot on a run. He "cooked" his receipt book in order to give free pizzas to
his family, would pay off the oven guys to give him close runs and other
drivers distant ones.One day, I arrived at a delivery and when I went back to my
car two of my tires were flat. I found out latter they were punched in the
casing with an ice pick [un repairable area], probably at the store lot just
before I left on the run. No proof but I knew who did it. That kid would be in
his thirties today. I wonder how far he progressed in to bigger and better
dishonest activities.
To this day I can't even stand the free pizza at Ellis Island.
JT
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