Three Days of driving for the plasectomy

I spent last Sunday, like I will this coming Sunday delivering pizza. Maybe it is the old saying the third time is the charm because it was my highest day for tips yet. I ran less deliveries than the other two days, but made more money. It’s still not as lucrative as I would hope it would be. I have to say listening to Dave Ramsey and from my own previous experience I thought it would average out to be around $12-14 hour in wages. Realistically it is more $8-9 an hour. I am sure if they were getting more delivery orders it would be, but that so far is not the case. Is it the economy? The day I work? The weather? I don’t know and neither does the manager I work with. He says they are usually much busier than it is.

It’s probably a combination of all the things above, especially the weather. When half the year is spent in bitter cold snow and the first sign of spring everyone runs outside. This means more bar-b-que, ice cream, and picnics. Of course there will always be the Friday night pizza, but I don’t work then and can’t take advantage of it.

So what did I do this week? More of the same, prep dough, grate the cheese, dishes, make pizza boxes and for the first time ever sweep up the front sidewalk of the cigarette butts from the late night bar hoppers of the night before. Ah college students….

Remember how I say at the end of each shift, the very last delivery that something always goes wrong. Yes, it happened again. No, I didn’t get lost. Instead I dropped an entire sheet pizza on its side while trying to get around the prep stations. I some how caught my forearm on the metal hook and scratched which caused me to release the pizza. Imagine the horror that I had in slow motion as I see it go down, the proverbial “Ohhhhh Noooo!!!” as we all watch in horror as it drops. A quick examination confirmed our suspicions of it being ruined. Cheese was on top of the inside of the box. Slices were on top of one another and the delivery guy of the next shift says “Thanks, now I know what I am having for dinner.” Glad I could help as I roll my eyes.

Total miles driven during Sunday’s travel: 26.1 miles.

Total amount of tips: $25.04, eight deliveries. That averages just above a $3.00 tip per delivery. A couple people were generous with a $4 tip which brought my average up. All in day for the plasectomy.