I was at work tonight. I still hate that the shifts are so long, which is made worse by the fact that the most physically demanding part of the day comes right at the end when you’re tired and want to go home. I was complaining about the long days to a coworker, who retorted, “See, that’s why the Mexicans are taking over everything, ‘cause they ( Read more... )

The good news is that it took me only a week to find a job, and that’s in spite of the fact that I was commuting from well outside the city to search, and the fact that we were snowed in all weekend. That’s pretty good ( Read more... )

Disastrous day, far too many hours long. Exhausted. Humiliated. Discouraged. Got off work at 4:00 in the morning with a splitting headache, had to drive back out to New Kent, a long haul. Played my “Trippy” playlist at max volume in direct spite of headache. As I passed all the abandoned factories and warehouses out east near the Fulton Gas ( Read more... )

Thursday night I delivered a pizza. I drove all the way out to the very furthest point in our ridiculously large delivery area to meet him, because he actually lives outside the delivery area. This seems silly to me. If you have to get in your car and go get the pizza anyway, why not drive to the store? But I’ll admit it is quite a trip, having ( Read more... )

Three young people walk into a pizza place, two boys and a girl. They are fresh and lovely, and all three are foreign; even though the driver can’t really hear what they’re saying, their heavy accents are obvious. He is not sure where they are from, though there is an air of Southeastern Europe about them.  The driver’s opinion is that they are ( Read more... )

Lemme say again that they hired me here to work evenings. It is unreasonable that I have to be here this early in the morning. And after I get off here, I go to the pizza place, where I’ll work ‘til maybe as late as midnight. I hate summer hours.

So, okay. I’m delivering a pizza out to the West End. I get out there fast, ‘cause I’m me and nobody’s faster. I bring the sizzling hot pizza up to the door, and the guy is on the porch waiting for me.
His total, I note on the ticket, is $17.95. He hands me a handful of change and a twenty, and asks for the three dollars back. This sucks, but it’s ( Read more... )

Whew, the last few days have been eventful. I’m not gonna write about everything right now, because I kind of hate to have more than one subject in an entry, and also because I haven’t yet decided which bits I’m gonna write about at all. But I will tell you this particular bit from last night, because it’s funny and made me feel good:
Okay, as you ( Read more... )

Yeah, I've been away for a while. Things have been a little hectic here since late last week.
Thursday, of course, was Valentine's Day. Husson's, the pizza place I deliver for, has a Valentine's special where they sell heart-shaped pizzas. This apparently has become some sort of local tradition; come V-Day, you have to buy your sweetheart a pizza ( Read more... )

Oh my freakin’ GAWD ( Read more... )