Yesterday the Mrs and I ordered some pizza from Dominos. I won’t go into what happened, but suffice to say, after 2 hours waiting for the delivery guy to show up, I went and got it myself and we reheated it here at home.
It wasn’t good.
I did, however, want to talk about my time at Dominos back in the day.
In the summer, I knew I needed a job so I could have some spending money. I had limited skills, so I went to work at Dairy Queen. After a few months, I didn’t realize that DQ in Minnesota closed in the winter time. Once it was “too cold for ice cream” (I mean, what?) they closed for the season.
I needed another job. I wasn’t going to go without. Sheesh. I needed walking around money. How else was I going to buy my blueberry muffin every morning? The school cafeteria had the BEST blueberry muffins, hot out of the oven every morning. I was always there early enough to partake and partake I did.
So, I walked next door to DQ and talked to the manager at Dominos.
“What can you do?” I was asked.
“Whatever you need me to do.”
So, I boxed pizzas for a week. Then moved to taking orders over the phone and in person.
Side Story: We had a guy show up on Friday and said “Look, I know this is going to sound stupid, but I don’t get paid until Tuesday. I’ll gladly pay you Tuesday for a pizza today.” The manager OK’d it and they guy left, happy with his pizza. So happy that when he came back, he left us a tip for the amount of the pizza. We never saw him again after that. Perhaps he ordered delivery.
After a few weeks being there, I was moved to making pizzas. The main pizza maker wasn’t there. Pfft, I had watched a few times. I’d made my own because it looked like fun. I was fast enough to keep up. I mean, get the order, put on the correct toppings, put it in one end of the oven, someone else takes it out later.
It wasn’t horribly difficult. I wasn’t the fastest, but I was fast enough.
So much so, that on slow days, I’d take orders, make pizzas, and box pizzas. Yeah, a 17 year old running everything while the manager was out doing deliveries. If things ever got bad, I’d stop him when he came back so he could help me get caught up.
I was only there for a few months, and I enjoyed my time making pizza. It was a good job, but I preferred working at the DQ. Though I had all the pizza I could eat when working (errors went into the back and were free to eat) I liked getting a free Ice Cream every day more. It was a toss up, but DQ was also a little slower and easier compared to the constant running around at Dominos.
I worked a LOT of jobs while I was in high school. Some day I’ll cover more of them.
The reason I’m typing all this out, I wasn’t upset it took over 2 hours to get my pizza. I wasn’t mad. I didn’t go there fuming and demanding my money back. I’ve been there before. I know how thankless the job can be. I know many that work there are high school kids and it might even be their first job. They’re doing the best they can. I hope others that were outside waiting for their pizzas had the same attitude. The couple of folks I talked too were of a similar mindset.
Until Next Time!
Stay Awesome (and tip well)!