Hokay... so, I previously posted a few of my horror stories back in "Speechless Da Frell?!?! Face"... Here's a place for ALL of us to put more.
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THIS one was my fault and ended up in a very bad night for all involved.
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JUST got my 97 Plymouth Grand Voyager SE back from the shop the Friday before (transmission service)... and showed up for work. I get informed we have a NEW driver starting that night AND a new GM taking over as of that shift.
We
get
SLAMMED
on
a
MONDAY
FIFTEEN orders in 20 minutes...
...TWELVE are deliveries!
Well, on the third run of this debacle, I get into a hurry, trying to catch us up. GNG (Green-assed New Guy) is NOT keeping up, as he's using the GPS in his phone (all of which are at least a decade out of date), and I am the one catching all the flak.
I go around a hairpin too fast, and the pizza hotbag gets launched into the floor before I can catch it. I retrieve it, and being in too big a hurry to check and call in for replacement, I DELIVER THE PIZZA.
Customer calls in. I get called. I RIGHTFULLY get warned.
I try again to catch us up... and stomp the gas.
...just as the oil light dings twice and shuts off...
...just before the transmission refuses to downshift...
...and the engine starts chattering like a .30-cal MG in a WW2 film.
I had thrown a rod.
I get rescued by family, and loaned mom's car. Entire crew gets out of the store at 2am... on a night we close at midnight... GNG gets chewed for using phone GPS... GM gets chewed by Corporate for the entire night...
...every bit of it, my fault.
*I* get chewed for screwing up a delivery, for driving like an SC (we had two complaints), for raising food losses... and I got a verbal slap on the wrist (( I got told, "Bad boy. You hurt the store by killing your van; don't do that again." )) for inconveniencing the store.
Now, I have to get a replacement vehicle... it's been three weeks of digging and sniffing and there's been nothing to show for it.
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THIS one was my fault and ended up in a very bad night for all involved.
--------------
JUST got my 97 Plymouth Grand Voyager SE back from the shop the Friday before (transmission service)... and showed up for work. I get informed we have a NEW driver starting that night AND a new GM taking over as of that shift.
We
get
SLAMMED
on
a
MONDAY
FIFTEEN orders in 20 minutes...
...TWELVE are deliveries!
Well, on the third run of this debacle, I get into a hurry, trying to catch us up. GNG (Green-assed New Guy) is NOT keeping up, as he's using the GPS in his phone (all of which are at least a decade out of date), and I am the one catching all the flak.
I go around a hairpin too fast, and the pizza hotbag gets launched into the floor before I can catch it. I retrieve it, and being in too big a hurry to check and call in for replacement, I DELIVER THE PIZZA.
Customer calls in. I get called. I RIGHTFULLY get warned.
I try again to catch us up... and stomp the gas.
...just as the oil light dings twice and shuts off...
...just before the transmission refuses to downshift...
...and the engine starts chattering like a .30-cal MG in a WW2 film.
I had thrown a rod.
I get rescued by family, and loaned mom's car. Entire crew gets out of the store at 2am... on a night we close at midnight... GNG gets chewed for using phone GPS... GM gets chewed by Corporate for the entire night...
...every bit of it, my fault.
*I* get chewed for screwing up a delivery, for driving like an SC (we had two complaints), for raising food losses... and I got a verbal slap on the wrist (( I got told, "Bad boy. You hurt the store by killing your van; don't do that again." )) for inconveniencing the store.
Now, I have to get a replacement vehicle... it's been three weeks of digging and sniffing and there's been nothing to show for it.
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