Bad bad bad bad BAD day at work. Almost quit.
I began to pull in, and this other driver who drives the company car signaled for me to pull up to him. So I did, and he said the manager was in a bad mood so kiss as much ass as possible. Apparently there had been some screw ups. My thought: Okay Alison, do NOT screw up today.
So everything went smoothly for the first hour or so and then some lady called and after I answered the phone she said, "Hi this is dominoes." I ask, "Dominoes Pizza?" and she says yes. ... I'm like lol WTF? Already I'm thinking it's a prank, but the lady orders a pizza, gives me an address, I even remember asking if she wanted me to bring it right to the main entrance and she said yes. I'm thinking... WTF? Why would Dominoes order from us? Well, I figured it was NOT a prank because she paid over the phone with a card. I was also the one who ended up taking the run, but there was a problem. When I arrived at Dominoes, the address was completely different. I went inside and asked if anyone had ordered pizza and OF COURSE it's a no, because it makes no god damn sense. At this point I'm thinking it really was a prank, maybe with a stolen credit card or something. So I called the store and was told there's ANOTHER Dominoes on the other side of town... lovely wonderful...
So I head on over to the OTHER Dominoes, meanwhile trying to call the phone number on this address... FINALLY as I'm getting close to the other Dominoes the people called ME Back. Turns out it wasn't a Dominoes at all, it was a townhouse that wasn't even in our delivery area >_< Why did the lady say Dominoes?... my only guess is that she did it as a joke, and thought I KNEW she was joking. Get it? Call a pizza place, say you're from Dominoes, hahaha... yeah... no.... So after being gone an hour or so on that run (my longest yet >_<) I come back and take a few more runs with no incidents... everything is going fine again... then again it all goes to shit.
I'm STILL pissed about the Dominoes incident tbh, but I go to this other place and I can't find the fucking right building. Both my GPSs lead me to this apartment complex, but I cannot... find... the... fucking... building... AND THE LADY DOESN'T ANSWER HER FUCKING PHONE. I basically had some form of mental breakdown here, and in a rage I drove back to the store, put the order on the counter, put my money on the counter and said "Take whatever you need out of my paycheck, I quit."
Now let me explain something. This wasn't just me having a hissy fit, when I screw up, I get angry at myself. I call myself names. I think I'm stupid. I feel alone, I feel depressed, angry and just all around worthless. I keep asking myself why? Why can't this job work? Why can't I find this place? What am I missing? Why does it have to be this way?
I had every intention of walking out of the store completely, but one thing stopped me. I had left my watch inside because i had taken it off previously doing dishes... the night manager was like "Wait wait, whoa why don't I check you out before you leave?"... and in the meantime this other guy is going around telling everyone, "Alison quit. Alison just quit." and I just wanna get the fuck out of there. The nigh Manager basically asked me what was going on and I attempted to explain it to him but he really saw it as nothing more than a temper tantrum, which is understandable... he basically said, "Well no one's on your ass about it, no one's yelling at you, no one's angry." and then another driver came by and told me the exact place I was at fucked him over once as well and as soon as last week, he was out on a run and had to return because he couldn't find the place and it happens to everyone... so he gave me a choice that I could leave, I was a grown up (lulz)... I said I didn't want to screw anyone over so I'd stay.
I ended up taking a few more runs and staying quite late. There was another mishap with an order at the hospital but it wasn't really my fault. The lady was basically complaining that her food was cold and the wrong order, but yeah... no it was fine, she's just bitching. For my last run, I went to a place called "Huntington Place," which is known among delivery drivers all around this area as "The place where delivery drivers don't return." because it's such a confusing layout. It really is like a maze and no matter HOW long anyone has been working as a driver, they HATE going there. But I managed it and came back. Woo.
I dunno what I'm going to do though. I shouldn't have to feel this way. I probably am going to quit but with a proper two week notice. I dunno yet, I have to see if there's repercussions from my actions tonight...I feel like such an idiot. ... I Just wish I had an answer to all this... sucks that my friend Ben isn't still alive. He' know exactly what to do