Dear Socorro,
Calm. down. Stop. fucking. spazzing. Pizza Hut isn't leaving any time soon. Trust me, we'll be there tomorrow, Wednesday... I'll even guarantee we'll be there next week! You can wait at least a little while, right? Hell, the sales you've given the last two days I've worked have been more than the two weeks previous. (I thought most of you liked sticking it to the man? Then stop giving them money. O_o ) Also, just an FYI, three large pizzas constitutes a party, unless you're a family of twelve. It's courteous to call ahead of time for that. Then we'd have known we'd be getting slammed by one of those kinds of orders a minute for an hour. Yeah, THAT'S why delivery time was so fuck-long; it wasn't the lack of driver, but the incredible surge of HUGE orders. So, please, calm down. Come back later. Spread out the orders, and call in the big ones. For the children. God knows they don't need to be hearing the shit I'm saying right now, eh?
-Baph
Days are getting progressively worse. :/ For the seven hours I worked tonight, it was even busier than Saturday. Art convinced me to work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Monday evenings this coming week, as well as Saturday morning. The first two evenings, I'm going to be training new employees. Oh, joy. Oh, and I think I may be coming down with a cold, which is just ever-so-good for working with food.
(By the way, I'm fully aware that individuals have no idea when others are ordering and thus have no responsibility, and that yelling at a town will get nothing accomplished. I'm just so fucking tired, and needed a quick "stfu".)
In other news, the song "Somewhere That's Green" (Little Shop of Horrors) was stuck in my head all day thanks to Family Guy last night. We really need to perform that musical here; I think we could pull it off quite well.
I was going to say something else, but my head is fried, and I can't think of anything. Hell, I'm having trouble typing, not because of my usual ineptitude at a keyboard, but because I can't think what key to hit next. >_<
Calm. down. Stop. fucking. spazzing. Pizza Hut isn't leaving any time soon. Trust me, we'll be there tomorrow, Wednesday... I'll even guarantee we'll be there next week! You can wait at least a little while, right? Hell, the sales you've given the last two days I've worked have been more than the two weeks previous. (I thought most of you liked sticking it to the man? Then stop giving them money. O_o ) Also, just an FYI, three large pizzas constitutes a party, unless you're a family of twelve. It's courteous to call ahead of time for that. Then we'd have known we'd be getting slammed by one of those kinds of orders a minute for an hour. Yeah, THAT'S why delivery time was so fuck-long; it wasn't the lack of driver, but the incredible surge of HUGE orders. So, please, calm down. Come back later. Spread out the orders, and call in the big ones. For the children. God knows they don't need to be hearing the shit I'm saying right now, eh?
-Baph
Days are getting progressively worse. :/ For the seven hours I worked tonight, it was even busier than Saturday. Art convinced me to work Tuesday, Wednesday, and Monday evenings this coming week, as well as Saturday morning. The first two evenings, I'm going to be training new employees. Oh, joy. Oh, and I think I may be coming down with a cold, which is just ever-so-good for working with food.
(By the way, I'm fully aware that individuals have no idea when others are ordering and thus have no responsibility, and that yelling at a town will get nothing accomplished. I'm just so fucking tired, and needed a quick "stfu".)
In other news, the song "Somewhere That's Green" (Little Shop of Horrors) was stuck in my head all day thanks to Family Guy last night. We really need to perform that musical here; I think we could pull it off quite well.
I was going to say something else, but my head is fried, and I can't think of anything. Hell, I'm having trouble typing, not because of my usual ineptitude at a keyboard, but because I can't think what key to hit next. >_<