Hi Masshole Mommy readers! Chris here again with another guest post.
Last time I told you about my favorite job and now I am going to tell you about my least favorite job.
The worst job that I ever worked was as a delivery driver for a Pizza shop.
Don’t get me wrong, the money was good – not only did I get minimum wage, but I got to keep all my tips. I loved going home with cash in my pocket every night. I also didn’t mind driving around by myself with the radio blaring out Britney Spears songs again and again. My coworkers were nice and my manger was great. And all the free pizza I could eat was probably the singular greatest benefit any job can give you.
Unfortunately, I never did have the delivery to a house where a beautiful woman met me at the door in bathrobe and invited me in for my tip (a guy can dream right), but I did get a few people who tipped me in exact change (quarters, dimes nickels and pennies) and I did receive a six pack of Bud Light as a tip once.
After all those great things, this was still the worst job I have had in my life for one reason and one reason only: directions. You may remember from my earlier posts that I am horrible with directions and getting lost. How bad you ask? Well lets just say that Masshole Mommy has to always assume I don’t know where I am going when I am driving with her, so she has to pay attention to tell me where to go. How bad you ask? I still have a MapQuest print out in my backpack about how to get to my work from the train station (it is a 10 minute walk) just in case. How bad you ask? The single greatest invention to me before the cellphone, internet, car, fire or anything is the GPS Garmin. But unfortunately for me, at the time the GPS unit was not available yet. How bad you ask? I obey Masshole Mommy for everything , what ever she says in law, BUT in my car I only listen to Garmin and no one else.
So, I had to deal with getting wicked lost almost every time I delivered a pizza. Sometimes, it was so bad that I showed up an hour late for a 15 minute delivery. Customers would get so mad – yelling at me and my manager. It got to a point that I would only take orders from like five houses where I knew the exact location so it was easy for me. The stress ended up being too much for me and I had to quit.
Until next time,