Will Take A Pizza Your Mind

, , , , , , | Working | December 17, 2018

(It is before online ordering and paying with a card over the phone is a thing. I am a junior in high school and have just started doing some random things around the neighborhood, such as mowing lawns, for a little bit of extra cash. One Saturday night, after seeing my brother with a pizza with all meat, I decide I want one, as well. I order the same exact pizza about an hour after he ordered his. This being the small town that it is, there is exactly ONE pizza place which has delivery and is a large chain. The local, and generally better, pizza places don’t deliver and have already closed for the night. After ordering the pizza, I sit down to play some video games and keep checking the time… 30 minutes, no pizza… 45 minutes, no pizza… one hour, no pizza… So I call back.)

Employee: “[Pizza Place]. This is [Employee]. How can I help you?”

Me: “Uh… Yeah…” *gives order and address* “I ordered about an hour ago and it hasn’t arrived. Just wondering how much longer it should take?”

Employee: “Uh… Well, the delivery driver already went out with the orders, so I’ll check when he gets back and find out what’s going on. If he doesn’t show up in another fifteen minutes, call us back.”

Me: “Oh, okay.”

(At this point it’s only thirty minutes before they close for the rest of the night, so I’m worried. Fifteen minutes pass by and still nothing, so I call back.)

Employee: “[Pizza Place]. This is [Employee]. How can I help you?”

Me: “Uh, yeah, I called earlier about [pizza and address], but it never arrived.”

Employee: “The driver said he already delivered that pizza, and your order was [gives time from over two hours ago].”

Me: “No… That was for my brother. I ordered the same thing about an hour later. It was literally a different order. His name is [Brother] and mine was for [My Name].”

Employee: *talks to someone in the background* “No, the person who makes the pizza said there was that order at [two hours ago] and it was delivered.”


Employee: “Don’t call here again.” *hangs up*

(I’ve never been a huge confrontational person, but I never pass it up when I know I’m in the right, so I call back. The employee answers the same way as always.)

Me: “Do NOT EVER hang up on me! I told you that YOU ARE WRONG, and I’m just asking to get the dinner I ordered!”

Employee: “I told you it was already ordered and delivered. Stop trying to get something for free!”

Me: “I DO NOT WANT SOMETHING FREE! I just want my order!”

(My mother and stepfather have come into my room because they hear me shouting over the phone. I have my own phone line I pay for, as well, in my room, because to access the Internet at this time you have to dial in and it ties up the phone lines.)

Employee: “If you call back, I’m calling the cops!”


(The employee hung up on me again. I told my mother and stepfather what was going on and my stepfather, a gentleman who would give you the last sip of water in the desert even if you had a full canteen beforehand, told me he would take care of it and called from the main house line. He started off speaking with the person on the phone… and ended up bringing down the wrath of God on these people. It was seriously the first time I had EVER heard my stepfather become ENRAGED. He explained how there were two people in the house with the same last name, but completely different first names, how the orders were over an hour apart, how people could order something to the same address after ordering something previously, and how he didn’t give a d*** that they’d turned the ovens off five minutes ago; if that pizza wasn’t at the house in thirty minutes he was going to drive over there himself and cook it. They did make the pizza, and it was there promptly, but the delivery driver decided to open his mouth. I don’t remember exactly what was said, but my stepfather, a skinny man standing 6’2” over this kid, let him know his displeasure and unacceptable behavior wouldn’t be let off so easily and slammed the door. On Monday, I learned from one of my friends that his mother just started as the new general manager of said pizza place. I immediately let her know what happened. When she ran the reports for the Saturday this happened, she learned they “tossed it out” thinking it was “just a duplicate.” I guess everyone working that night who had a hand in it got written up.)

Using Spanish To Complain About Thai

, , , , , | Working | December 16, 2018

(I take a friend, her daughter, and her daughter’s friend to a Thai restaurant that friends and family have loved to go to for many years. I haven’t been there in many months, but I promise my friend great food. Unfortunately, I am very disappointed with my meal and she is with hers. The girls order from the kids menu, and I think they got better food than we did. I am really feeling bad about this and I’m not sure what to say. My friend and the girls are very obviously Hispanic, and a busboy, even more Hispanic looking, comes up to the table. He starts talking to my friend, and the following conversation ensues, loudly and in Spanish.)

Busboy: “How was your meal?”

Friend: “Not really so good.”

Busboy: “I’m not surprised. The place has really gone downhill recently. You should really try [Competing Thai Restaurant nearby].”

Friend: “Thanks. Maybe we will.”

Busboy: “I’m not going to stay here much longer. They don’t treat staff very well.”

(I was a bit taken aback by the bluntness of the conversation, and glanced around. It seemed I was the only non-Hispanic in the room who knew what they were saying. Since I look as gringo as they come, the busboy might have either figured I didn’t know Spanish or that my Latina friend trusted me enough. Either way, the conversation made me chuckle later, and I figured that the restaurant would figure out their own mistakes when the books began to run in the red.)

Got Hooked Up With A Bad Crew

, , , , , | Working | December 14, 2018

My husband works for a company that clears trees from the utility lines for different power companies. After a pretty devastating fire in our area, the company decided to bring up a few crews from a different location to help with the cleanup. All of the employees were put up in a local hotel, with food and lodging expenses paid for by the company.

This story involves four guys, all of whom are married. [Guy #1] and [Guy #2] decided to hire some prostitutes and bring them back to the hotel. [Guy #3] took a picture of [Guy #1] engaging with the prostitute and threatened to send the picture to [Guy #1]’s wife unless he shared the prostitute. A big brawl ensued between all three guys, and a fourth who decided to get involved.

The company found out about this when the four employees failed to show up to work the next day. When their supervisor went to the hotel, he found all four of them bruised and battered, and the hotel room utterly destroyed.  

One guy was fired. Another quit, after pressure from his wife, and the other two received some sort of disciplinary action.

Self-Inflicted Medical Leave

, , , , , | Working | December 14, 2018

(The store I work for has just started going through liquidation after the entire business has announced their closure. The company in charge of the liquidation has decided to hire some temps to help us move stock out to the floor and other odd jobs around the store. One of the temps seems a little shady, and my coworkers say he smells of alcohol. One day, while I’m on break, I can hear the one of the supervisors ask for one of the temps through my radio. No one has seen him, and I don’t think much of it. A little over an hour after my break has ended, the supervisor comes up to me.)

Supervisor: “Has [Temp #1] left the restroom yet?”

Me: “No. Is that where he’s been?”

Supervisor: “Someone saw him go in there two hours ago, and he hasn’t come out yet.”

Me: “I’ll keep an eye out.”

(No one ever sees the temp leave the restrooms. I even go in and call his name but get no response. I get pulled away by a customer so I can’t pay attention to him coming out. About ten minutes later, I hear this over my radio.)

Coworker: “Hey, [Manager], can you come to the restrooms real quick?”

Manager: “I’m with a customer right now; I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

Coworker: “It’s an emergency. You need to get here now.”

(It turns out the temp was in one of the stalls the whole two hours we couldn’t find him. My coworker forced open the door and found the temp unresponsive. The manager called an ambulance to come get him. The next day I asked one of the other temps if they knew what happened to him.)

Me: “Hey, [Temp #2], do you know what happened to [Temp #1] yesterday?”

Temp #2: “The hospital said he was dehydrated.”

Me: “Really? That doesn’t sound right.”

(We talked a bit with him, implying that [Temp #1] had too much to drink on his break. [Temp #1] showed up the next day but was sent home. Management told him he needed a doctor’s note if he wanted to continue working with us, which we all knew he wasn’t going to get. The odd part was when we couldn’t find him, some of us were saying that he probably passed out on drugs in the bathroom. We didn’t know we were sort of correct.)

Strawberry Savings Forever

, , , , | Working | December 14, 2018

My mom prefers shopping for fresh produce at a particular small-chain grocery known for sales and low prices. I’m with her when we see a sign to buy two, get two free baskets of strawberries. We get the four baskets, finish shopping, and go to pay.

The cashier rings up the strawberries, only for it to show they are at regular price each. My mom points out the error, citing the sale. The cashier apologizes, explaining that sale was for the weekend only. My mom replies that she saw the sign, and asks if the sale is truly over.

We’re the only ones around at the moment, it being early, so the cashier goes to the produce section to check, and comes back with a sour look on her face. We hear her speaking into her walkie, asking where a particular worker is. The voice on the end says the worker is not on the premise, and she rolls her eyes. When she gets back to us, Mom asks if everything is all right.

Turns out, the particular worker whose job it was to change the weekend signs to weekday signs decided it was too hard, and also decided to take an early lunch break — it was barely nine am. The worker in question is the son of a manager, who wants their son to learn good working habits. Apparently, it isn’t sticking.

The cashier gives us the discount, anyway, not just on the strawberries but on several items. When Mom asks if there will be any trouble, she says it will just have to be the worker’s fault, because she can’t change all the signs and cashier at the same time, and the other employee is busy in the back. We thank her and head out, with over thirty dollars in savings. I don’t know what became of the lazy worker, but I hope they got their head on straight.

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