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As you can probably guess from the title, my past two shifts started at "Lively" and ended at "Battle 1,000,000 Persians." Aside from a minor gripe with one of the AMs, there wasn't any single specific incident of Suck, so it's going here in GWC:
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Day 1 started off on a bright note, going Campus Raiding to catch the new Freshies as they move into the dorms and start classes this week. We're not technically supposed to solicit on campus, which is why we all call it "Raiding", but there's a *wink-wink*nudge-nudge* agreement because we're the ones that provide pizza for all the staff functions, athletic camps, etc at a big discount. We wear street-clothes and don't go into the dorms or class-buildings (Student Union is fine) and they don't tell us to get lost.
We get back and I have a few hours off before my in-store shift, and I have to grab BB from the end of his morning-shift and take him back to the apartment before I go in. When that happened he took my uniform, which I'd pre-stashed in the car, in along with his. I go have lunch and don't notice the uniform is missing until I get to work to change and clock in!
J, the SM, has made it explicitly clear that we're not allowed to work without a full uniform so, feeling really embarrassed and stupid. I go in and tell S, the AM that's MiC for that day-shift, that my uniform wasn't in the car like I thought it was, and I'll have to go get it. She acknowledges me and tells me to hurry up. 40 minutes later, I'm back in the store, in uniform, and clocking in when R, the MiC for the night-shift, gets on my ass for being late, like S didn't tell him anything, and just barks "Don't let it happen again!" when I try to explain.
EXCUSE ME?! It's not like I planned this, nor do I make a habit of being late. Hell, I'm usually clocked in and working 5-10 minutes early!
For the rest of the night, I was hovering on the edge of burying the pizza-paddle in his skull because every time I opened my mouth around him he'd respond in a tone more fitting to a spoiled child throwing a huff, even though I was working my ass off to keep up with the "School's Back!" rush.
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Day 2 wasn't such a good start. That day we hit the other campus in town, which is a Christian College. The whole place just gave off bad vibes like it wanted me the hell gone, to the point I was getting totally creeped out, as opposed to having a great time over at the state-funded university we hit on Day 1. Maybe it's because I'm a pagan, or maybe it's the fact that Jehovah once more making it clear he doesn't want my business, but either way that was Not Fun.
The in-store part of my shift was hell. Pure and total Hell. We got no less than 3 separate orders over 20 pies each right on top of each other, only one of which had bothered to call in more than 1h before they wanted the pies delivered, every customer seemed to be a 867-Escapee, and every time we started to get less than a full screen of backlog the phones would start screaming off the hook and we'd end up with 5-6 new orders. The whole crew was working like a well-oiled machine, but we were still so slammed I didn't even have enough time to look at my watch for nearly 3 HOURS at one point, and I was exhausted to the point my hands were shaking so bad I was fumbling the ham and pepperoni by the time I was done. We didn't have the ovens clear until 45 minutes after I was originally scheduled to leave.
When I got home I was still shaking, and I started to get a wee bit hysterical when the guys asked how my day was. I ended up having to slam a triple-shot of Rum before I was able to calm down and stop shaking, something I've never had to do before.
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Day 1 started off on a bright note, going Campus Raiding to catch the new Freshies as they move into the dorms and start classes this week. We're not technically supposed to solicit on campus, which is why we all call it "Raiding", but there's a *wink-wink*nudge-nudge* agreement because we're the ones that provide pizza for all the staff functions, athletic camps, etc at a big discount. We wear street-clothes and don't go into the dorms or class-buildings (Student Union is fine) and they don't tell us to get lost.
We get back and I have a few hours off before my in-store shift, and I have to grab BB from the end of his morning-shift and take him back to the apartment before I go in. When that happened he took my uniform, which I'd pre-stashed in the car, in along with his. I go have lunch and don't notice the uniform is missing until I get to work to change and clock in!
J, the SM, has made it explicitly clear that we're not allowed to work without a full uniform so, feeling really embarrassed and stupid. I go in and tell S, the AM that's MiC for that day-shift, that my uniform wasn't in the car like I thought it was, and I'll have to go get it. She acknowledges me and tells me to hurry up. 40 minutes later, I'm back in the store, in uniform, and clocking in when R, the MiC for the night-shift, gets on my ass for being late, like S didn't tell him anything, and just barks "Don't let it happen again!" when I try to explain.
EXCUSE ME?! It's not like I planned this, nor do I make a habit of being late. Hell, I'm usually clocked in and working 5-10 minutes early!For the rest of the night, I was hovering on the edge of burying the pizza-paddle in his skull because every time I opened my mouth around him he'd respond in a tone more fitting to a spoiled child throwing a huff, even though I was working my ass off to keep up with the "School's Back!" rush.
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Day 2 wasn't such a good start. That day we hit the other campus in town, which is a Christian College. The whole place just gave off bad vibes like it wanted me the hell gone, to the point I was getting totally creeped out, as opposed to having a great time over at the state-funded university we hit on Day 1. Maybe it's because I'm a pagan, or maybe it's the fact that Jehovah once more making it clear he doesn't want my business, but either way that was Not Fun.
The in-store part of my shift was hell. Pure and total Hell. We got no less than 3 separate orders over 20 pies each right on top of each other, only one of which had bothered to call in more than 1h before they wanted the pies delivered, every customer seemed to be a 867-Escapee, and every time we started to get less than a full screen of backlog the phones would start screaming off the hook and we'd end up with 5-6 new orders. The whole crew was working like a well-oiled machine, but we were still so slammed I didn't even have enough time to look at my watch for nearly 3 HOURS at one point, and I was exhausted to the point my hands were shaking so bad I was fumbling the ham and pepperoni by the time I was done. We didn't have the ovens clear until 45 minutes after I was originally scheduled to leave.
When I got home I was still shaking, and I started to get a wee bit hysterical when the guys asked how my day was. I ended up having to slam a triple-shot of Rum before I was able to calm down and stop shaking, something I've never had to do before.
But yeah, we do, since otherwise we get customers wandering back into the staff-only areas thinking "Hey, if they're doing it, so can I!!"
) story short, she hadn't ordered from us for months, and that was a special pizza we don't do anymore. The order before that was a couple months before that and was Double Sausage + Double Beef. The one before that was yet more months old and was Pepperoni + Bacon + Sausage... I think you can see where that's going.
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