MOAR SC madness at Woes of a Pizza Delivery Guy...
We had our delivery zones RE-adjusted for the NINTH time in TWENTY-SEVEN MONTHS back in September. What this entails is the drop of this street or that street, pick-up of another on the other side of town, maybe a corporate mandate to NEVER deliver to a particular address again due to the number of complaints, OR one douche-bag Supervisor deciding to steal 3 entire grid squares so he can wear a nice shiny new $500 Rolex that Corporate bought off the local street-corner retail-guy in NYC for less than $8.
Now, this guy who shall be named "Fing J. Ackass" to protect MY @5$, has been outside the delivery zone since 2012, but has continued to call, and harass, and complain, and gripe, and bitch. This would NOT be an issue, except for the ONE driver, K., who has ROUTINELY delivered to him on those night shifts when the manager who listens to the "I'm Going to Sugar-Coat My Life for Sympathy show" on 98.5 What The F*** Mate works. (S. and K. are two individuals who are so tuned in to the touchy-feely they can't be bothered to follow such guidelines as OUT OF AREA.)
NOW, Fing J. Ackass calls us up on a night that is not only a night when S. and K. do NOT work, but is worked by myself and H. the main night manager. PLUS, my GM was working the dinner rush as well. I politely inform Mr. Ackass he has been out of area for three months, and he comes back with the following:
"Look, you lying sack of shit. I have gotten deliveries from you assholes for the last year and a half. If you don't take my order now and deliver my fucking pizza, I'm going to call your goddamn general manager for your fucking corporate number then have your ass!"
I turn him over to my GM, who then gets cussed a nice one.
This pattern continues for over an hour before Fing J. Ackass calls back, saying he's FINALLY decided to curse on of our competitors with his assholery.
We had our delivery zones RE-adjusted for the NINTH time in TWENTY-SEVEN MONTHS back in September. What this entails is the drop of this street or that street, pick-up of another on the other side of town, maybe a corporate mandate to NEVER deliver to a particular address again due to the number of complaints, OR one douche-bag Supervisor deciding to steal 3 entire grid squares so he can wear a nice shiny new $500 Rolex that Corporate bought off the local street-corner retail-guy in NYC for less than $8.
Now, this guy who shall be named "Fing J. Ackass" to protect MY @5$, has been outside the delivery zone since 2012, but has continued to call, and harass, and complain, and gripe, and bitch. This would NOT be an issue, except for the ONE driver, K., who has ROUTINELY delivered to him on those night shifts when the manager who listens to the "I'm Going to Sugar-Coat My Life for Sympathy show" on 98.5 What The F*** Mate works. (S. and K. are two individuals who are so tuned in to the touchy-feely they can't be bothered to follow such guidelines as OUT OF AREA.)
NOW, Fing J. Ackass calls us up on a night that is not only a night when S. and K. do NOT work, but is worked by myself and H. the main night manager. PLUS, my GM was working the dinner rush as well. I politely inform Mr. Ackass he has been out of area for three months, and he comes back with the following:
"Look, you lying sack of shit. I have gotten deliveries from you assholes for the last year and a half. If you don't take my order now and deliver my fucking pizza, I'm going to call your goddamn general manager for your fucking corporate number then have your ass!"
I turn him over to my GM, who then gets cussed a nice one.
This pattern continues for over an hour before Fing J. Ackass calls back, saying he's FINALLY decided to curse on of our competitors with his assholery.
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