Jobs I've Had. Part 2

The transition from my first job to my second job came rather abruptly. While working on a busy Friday night at Kentucky Fried Chicken, my friend Rob and I were busy working our asses off. The assistant manager (who was a total douche) had a stick up his butt that evening and couldn't take the crowds of people, so he decided to bitch at us relentlessly. It didn't last long, for Rob and I had enough, so we walked out. The manager realized we had quit when the timers were going off for the cooked chicken and no one was shutting them off.

I headed home that night, but Rob had a different plan. HE walked a couple of parking lots over to Dominos Pizza and got a job as a delivery driver. Two days after he started I got a job there.

The freedom. What a job, grab a pizza, drive around, get paid. When there weren't deliveries to be made we ate pizza and folded boxes. This was alright.

That is until it was busy as hell, and you had 6 pizzas to deliver and you had no idea where you were going. And it was dark as hell and you couldn't see anyone's addresses. Sure it was no sweatshop but it could be a pain in the ass.

And when you had to close, you really worked your ass off. And late into the evening. IT made me miss Kentucky Fried Chicken and closing at 9pm.

And then you had all the people who don't tip. You know what people? TIP! It is the least you can do for the convenience to sit on your ass in your own home and have food delivered to your door.

There was one night I had 4 pizzas to deliver, it was pouring rain. It sucked. I was driving through a neighborhood I didn't know too well, when all of a sudden my car was in water up to the middle of the doors. My engine died, I was stuck. There were a half dozen neighborhood kids who were hanging out near this odd dip in the road. They had seen this happen many times before and while I am sure they got a kick out of it, they also pushed my car out of the water.

So now I had to let the manager know there was no way the pizzas were gonna make it. And these were the days of 30 minutes or it's free and before cell phones. So I ran to the house where I was taking the first pizza, and asked to use their phone. They sent another driver, who took the pizzas. My car eventually started and my night was over with.

That job didn't last long. The freedom of getting to drive around was overshadowed by having to work really late.