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Delivering your Chinese food in a fast, convenience manner. Tips, as always, will be greatly appreciated.

Monday, August 28, 2006

The One Where I Quit

It's been almost a week since my last post, huh. Turned out, I didn't find reminiscing about the past fun anymore. But before I turn into blogging about something else entirely (I have a few nice ideas and useful too!), I would like to share my quitting story, you know, for old time sake(old time being that last post).

Before I decided to quit, I consulted a friend of mine. She's a veteran, well to be more exact, she's the senior wait staff at BL's restaurant. I owe my friend a bunch for getting so nicely acquinted with BL, which lead to my employment, albeit a shortlived one, as a delivery guy there.

Rumor has it, or at least this is what a little bird told me, my friend and BL might as well end up elevating their relationship. Not romantically, you pervy [a halt on imagining things], it's more on the profesional side of one business partner to another business partner instead of a boss-employee one.

You see, I don't want to jeopardize the nice thing going on between my friend and BL. That's why I needed to consult this with her. When I pitched in the idea to quit, it was to my surprise that my friend was 100% behind my decision. An angel that she is.

That afternoon, I called BL up at the restaurant. She was out, but my friend gave me BL's cell phone number. She picked up with her usual panicky, suspicious tone. I don't know what turns her like that everytime she picks up the phone, any phone. It might involve some previous traumas from a communist camp she attended one summer as a child back in Mother China. How the heck I know. It's just weird.

"Hello, BL, this is W." (Due to her twist of tongue my name had been reduced into a single letter)

I then went straight to shooting my point.

"I am not coming back to work as a delivery guy for you."

I gave her no plausible reason. The turn over rate of delivery job at her restaurant is pretty high anyway. Plus, she didn't care for you as a person but more on how she can still cover her bases. She then asked me,

"What about today? Do you come today?"

"Nope," I said and I hung up.

With that, I regained my freedom back as a free agent. Two weeks have given me enough insight of the not-so-sweet-life of a delivery job. It's time to move on.

Later.

Wednesday, August 23, 2006

Hello, it's me again

Hello, it's me again. Blogging is addicting. Had I known it before, there would be many things poured out in here.

I'm not into writing before, I'm much better speaking in person. But since I am alone here in the apartment --all my four roommates are not around, which is good, since I can turn up the AC to my liking-- and I am working with Disha (my Dell Inspiron 700 laptop) all day, I thought, why not put her into more action. I mean, she probably got bored running my VB scripts all day. So, Disha, I'm hoping this will be a fun break for you.

On another note, I am quiting my delivery job today. I know, I know. You'd say, why starting this blog then? Well, I could still reminisce about it, right? It's kinda interesting, I guess.

Anyway, the reason I quit is 80% due to that Boss Lady, I just couldn't stand her anymore.

Last night, I had to deliver to one of the dormitories on campus. I grabbed the order and was on my way. The thing was I didn't quite sure where exactly the dorm is located. Southside? Northside? My GPS on the PDA didn't help either. Damn, this campus is too big, man.

So I called the dude who ordered it. He, turned out, was even less familiar with the area. El stupido. What are you, a fish?

The restaurant guarantees a 40 minute delivery (from ordering time). 20 minutes turned into 30 and I was still finding my way around. Finally, I came up with the idea to call an ever resourceful friend. With her help, I found the building in record time (minute 38). But still, the customer, that shit head, was already calling Boss Lady.

When I just stepped behind the cashier counter back at the restaurant, here is what I heard from her.

"You too slow! No working for me! Or other delivery! Customer complain, I loose money!"

Heh. What's up with that? Have you ever heard of this thing called a complete sentence, woman?

Actually, it was not the first time she yelled at me. But last night, I had it up until here. So, bye-bye! The pay sucks and don't get me started on the tip money. With gas price like this, I won't get far from break even, not to mention the unnecessary mileages I put into my ride.

OK. I'm leaving for the restaurant for my last shift of delivery. And then, I'm going to tell that BL I'm quitting.

See y'all later.

First Post

Last night, my wonderful jogging partner suggested me to have a blog of my own, you know, to share stories or something. "Don't have time for that kind of stuff," I said. But after this morning's run, I finally come to my senses and have a little time to spare to start this blogging thing. Surely a new thing for me. Sort of exciting.

Anyway, I gotta debug my program for work first. 90% to perfection. So, catch y'all later. I have tons of stories from my Chinese food delivery stint. Oh gosh, hate that boss lady!