Yar indeed...
There is a certain freedom associated with letting go of everything. By that I mean not letting the dumb shit bother you.
My job is a prime example of this. I go to work, I sign my name on some things, I make some pizzas, and I get yelled at. That's my job. However, you would be simply amazed at how many people get really worked up over pizza. People will swear and threaten you over the dumbest shit. I've been doing this for 8 years and it's still unbelievable to me. Customers, upper management, employees, everyone. Sometimes, it's good therapy for me to share these experiances with others. Unfortunately, today you guys are my victims.
This happened a few months ago, but seems to stick out on my mind.
Bob: Thanks for calling Papa John's on Metcalf, can you hold for one moment please?
Guy: Where the fuck is my pizza?
Bob: Well, if you gave me a name or a phone number or something, I could find out for you.
Guy: Don't be a smart ass
Bob: Don't be a dumb ass
Guy: You can't be rude to me!
Bob: You can't be rude to me...
Guy: Oh, so I'm not allowed to be rude to you?
Bob: Not if you feel like eating lunch today
Guy: This is absurd!
Bob: Wanna talk to the manager on duty? I'll warn you, she's more hungover than I am.
Guy: *almost frantic* YES! LET ME TALK TO THE MANAGER!!!
(At that point, I give the phone to Natalie, she laughs, tells the guy he's a douchebag, gives him our boss' PERSONAL cell phone number, and hangs up. The boss calls a few minutes later.)
Boss: Did you and Natalie give some prick my phone number?
Bob: Yeah. I didn't feel like dealing with him in the middle of lunch rush.
Boss: And why do you think I would want to?
Bob: I dunno, isn't it your job or something?
Boss:...*click*
I recieved no punishment, and in fact, got a substantial raise and a promotion from a bigger boss shortly after this incident took place. I got the promotion because I was able to 'stay calm under pressure' which translates into them giving me more money for not giving a fuck. The moral of the amazing drawn out and boring story? Well, let's just say that if you really understood the moral, you would have stopped reading this by now.
There is a certain freedom associated with letting go of everything. By that I mean not letting the dumb shit bother you.
My job is a prime example of this. I go to work, I sign my name on some things, I make some pizzas, and I get yelled at. That's my job. However, you would be simply amazed at how many people get really worked up over pizza. People will swear and threaten you over the dumbest shit. I've been doing this for 8 years and it's still unbelievable to me. Customers, upper management, employees, everyone. Sometimes, it's good therapy for me to share these experiances with others. Unfortunately, today you guys are my victims.
This happened a few months ago, but seems to stick out on my mind.
Bob: Thanks for calling Papa John's on Metcalf, can you hold for one moment please?
Guy: Where the fuck is my pizza?
Bob: Well, if you gave me a name or a phone number or something, I could find out for you.
Guy: Don't be a smart ass
Bob: Don't be a dumb ass
Guy: You can't be rude to me!
Bob: You can't be rude to me...
Guy: Oh, so I'm not allowed to be rude to you?
Bob: Not if you feel like eating lunch today
Guy: This is absurd!
Bob: Wanna talk to the manager on duty? I'll warn you, she's more hungover than I am.
Guy: *almost frantic* YES! LET ME TALK TO THE MANAGER!!!
(At that point, I give the phone to Natalie, she laughs, tells the guy he's a douchebag, gives him our boss' PERSONAL cell phone number, and hangs up. The boss calls a few minutes later.)
Boss: Did you and Natalie give some prick my phone number?
Bob: Yeah. I didn't feel like dealing with him in the middle of lunch rush.
Boss: And why do you think I would want to?
Bob: I dunno, isn't it your job or something?
Boss:...*click*
I recieved no punishment, and in fact, got a substantial raise and a promotion from a bigger boss shortly after this incident took place. I got the promotion because I was able to 'stay calm under pressure' which translates into them giving me more money for not giving a fuck. The moral of the amazing drawn out and boring story? Well, let's just say that if you really understood the moral, you would have stopped reading this by now.
I never order out for pizza, in fact I don't even remember the last itme I had pizza.
and when i read that on myspace this morning i laughed for like...5 minutes.