delivery-driver

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Get the door it’s Dominos.
Any Delivery Charge is not a tip paid to your driver. Please reward your driver for awesomeness. Our drivers carry less than $20.
What’s the coldest place you’ve ever been to?

A sigil for drivers to stay safe this holiday season (and always)
Originally intended for those delivering pizza, mail, etc. but can be for anyone.

Also, PSA: if people can stop shooting pizza delivery drivers, that would be great. I shouldn’t have to feel unsafe at my job. 

Please share for anyone else in this line of work. <3

Personal Delivery

A shipment of monitors had come in, and they needed to be delivered to the basement. I met the driver at the back door, pulling my hair up into a clip. It was unusually warm, so I was in a sundress that left my back and shoulders bare. I was propping the door open, my eyes drawn to his arms flexing while moving the heavy dolly in from his truck. I watched him stage the boxes inside, biting my lip and thinking about what else he could lift with that much ease. I was so lost in my own daydream I almost missed him asking me to sign off on the shipment before he could grab the other boxes. I blushed and laughed it off, signing his trackpad and avoiding his bright blue eyes.

He’d made a few deliveries to us before, and we’d sized each other up almost instantly. I wanted to know what his short beard felt like on my thighs, and what kind of bruises I’d end up with after going a few rounds. Every time I’d tried to bring up protocol with my manager to see if I’d get away with servicing someone outside of the company, His cock ended up in my mouth until I couldn’t speak from my jaw going numb. I’d flirted with him a bit during pick ups and deliveries, feeling a bit better about my rougher tickets whenever he left with a tent in his pants. I snapped out of my thoughts as he traced a finger up my arm, sending shivers across my skin, “I think I may need some help getting the rest of your packages, Ace.” I looked back at the office for a moment, knowing I’d catch hell if I was caught. I bit my lip and smiled, sashaying up into the back of his delivery truck. He came in behind me, slamming the door shut and turning to face me with a smirk.

His strong hands rested on my waist, walking me back against the racks of boxes. I slid my hands up his chest as he closed in, his hand lifting my face to meet his. Shivers went shooting down my spine as I melted into him, teasing his tongue with my own. He pulled me against him, his hands moving down my sides and hiking my skirt up to my hips, growling his approval into my throat as his nails dug into my bare ass. He moved down my neck, pulling the knot of my dress loose and pulling it down to rest on my waist. I moaned and rolled my hips forward, pushing his face into my breasts before running my hands over his shoulders. He ran his teeth over my nipple, licking and teasing until it stood on end, rolling the other one between his fingers. I melted back against the boxes, his teeth working over my pale skin and his hands moving down to my stomach. He gripped my hips tight as he moved down my body, pushing my dress to the floor and settling on his knees.

His breath was hot on my skin, his short beard running rough over my inner thighs as he spread my legs. I was fighting to stay standing, every nerve singing, anxious for his next move. He moved at a torturous pace, his fingers leaving trails of fire on my skin and his mouth moving closer to my aching cunt. I gasped, my hips pinned by his hands as he dipped his tongue into my slit, lightning spiking through my core. He smiled against my clit, gripping my ass and working my cunt over. I yelped as he flipped my leg over his shoulder, reaching back to grab a shelf and threading my other hand in his dark hair, losing myself as he slid a few fingers inside me. I could feel my orgasm building, gripping him tighter and rocking as he worked me, inside and out. He stopped his tongue, pinning me against the rack as I whimpered and thrashed, aching to fall off the edge. He lapped at my slit one more time, pressing his tongue against me all the way up to my clit, standing up with my leg still on his shoulder. I pulled desperately at his belt, I had to get him inside me before my edge faded. He took his time unzipping his pants, “W please, pleasepleaseplease let me have your cock, I need it inside me or I swear I will explode right here.” I was breathless, all I could think of was how badly I needed him inside me and how cruel he was, holding his throbbing cock just out of reach.

I met his eyes, wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him fiercely, screaming into him as he lifted me up and thrust inside me in one move. I gripped his shoulders tight, rocking my hips in time with his as my cunt got tight with ecstasy. He quickened his pace, wrapping his hand in my hair puling my head back as he fucked me harder the closer he came to his edge. “Fuck, Ace, here it comes” He pulled my head back as far as he could, my vision exploding as my orgasm rocked over me, clamping me tight around him as he came, shooting deep into my cunt.

We hung there, catching our breath and riding the waves to their end. He let me down from his shoulder, holding me steady until me knees could work again. I gathered my dress, giggling as he smacked my ass and shimmying the fabric back in place. I lifted my hair as he retied the straps in place. He handed me the two envelopes He had left for our office, “I know what I’m doing with my lunch break tomorrow. I’ve heard stories of the things your mouth can do. Rest up, Ace, you’ll need it.”

i would watch the fuck out of a benjamin sisko cooking show

Hey there.

I just wanted to put out a little “PSA” to anyone who’s willing to listen, and I guess what I want to say is…


Please, PLEASE tip your Pizza Delivery drivers. Or any food delivery driver, for that matter.

I’m writing this because I got “stiffed” (As in, got zero dollars in tips on a delivery) THREE TIMES tonight, and that’s… just awful.

I recently started at a pizza place as a delivery driver, so what I say may not be 100 percent accurate but is based off my 3 days of experience so far.

The reason I ask you tip your Delivery drivers is because a lot of their income depends on tips, much like waitresses, and for many of the same reasons as waitresses I would guess.

Please don’t think tipping your delivery driver is %100 optional. (Or optional at all for that matter.) It’s very much something that is needed, and it’s something that needs to happen on every run.

I don’t know about other people’s experiences as Delivery drivers, but when we’re clocked out on a run delivering your pizza, we’re not getting paid minimum wage. We’re getting paid less than minimum wage (For me, it’s around 4 dollars while clocked out on a run). That means we need to make up the difference in tips, and boy do we need them.

Factor that 4 dollar wage with a couple other things as well:

1.  I have to pay for my own gas as a delivery driver (Not to mention car upkeep, like oil changes, tires, the usual). We get cents to the mile returned to us at the end of the night (our mileage is checked and we’re given payment based on current gas prices. Not all stores will do this I’m sure because ours didn’t until people complained), but this doesn’t cover our gas costs alone; we NEED tips, preferably GOOD tips, to be able to make money to pay rent and bills and also keep paying for our gas and upkeep on our car so we can keep delivering.

2. While the mileage system helps with this (some other franchises might not be as fortunate and have a fixed run fee returned, like $1.25, instead of cents to the mile which makes this part of it much worse), getting stiffed on an order that is on the very edge of your store’s delivery range is the ABSOLUTE WORST. (This very thing happened to me tonight. Some kid took his mom’s card, didn’t know how to tip, and just signed the receipt without writing down any dollar or tips amount).

Not only did you not NOT get a tip, you didn’t get a tip on a 35-40 minute run (15-20 minutes each direction); and that means other drivers that had shorter runs than you were clocked in before you, and added to the driver rotation before you, wasting that driver’s time and money. They probably missed out on at least one run because your house was so far away (which you can’t help and that’s fine), and DIDN’T get paid for their efforts on top of that (which you CAN HELP, with a nice tip. It is difficult knowing how far away your house is from the store, but a little research on your part will be greatly appreciated).

Let me make this clear: having a pizza delivered to your house is a luxury service; If you CANNOT AFFORD having a pizza delivered to your house (the final price tag being the price of your meal and the price of the driver’s tip), DO NOT ORDER DELIVERY.

Go to your store and pick it up yourself. Seriously, don’t be that asshole that only has enough to cover his meal and won’t tip because it’s ~~~too expensive~~~ to tip, or because you think it’s optional, or because you think the Delivery Fee is our tip.

Because the Delivery Fee is not our tip. That goes to the store, we never see that money.

So, if you’re wondering what a good price to tip is, (In USD, I can’t really help you if we’re talking other currencies) this is my opinion based on my experiences and tip totals at the end of the night. This could be completely different depending on the cost of living in other parts of the US, but this is based off of where I live.

$1: Thank you. At least you tipped us, that’s better than not getting anything, though something higher would be really, greatly appreciated.

$2: Thanks; this will sometimes, (but not always) plus mileage depending on how far your house is from the store, garner minimum wage for that run. Something higher than that would be greatly appreciated.

$3: This tends to be about standard, or slightly lower than standard. If you tip us 3 dollars at least, we should make back minimum wage. Something higher than this would be appreciated.

$4: This is a good standard price to start from, based on your experience with the driver.

$5: Big thanks to you on this one; if we get a ton of people like you, like this kind of tip every run, we’ll be pretty well off for the night!

$6 and up: Yeah dude! That’s the spirit! You rock! High five!

Also, if your order is $34.65 and you give your driver $35 dollars and tell them to “keep the change”, THAT’S NOT A TIP. That’s almost as bad as stiffing your driver. In fact, it might be even more insulting that you think your spare change you don’t want is an appropriate tip for our time and effort.

So yeah. I just wanted to put that out there.

Please don’t be an asshole that doesn’t tip; you’re most likely going to be mentioned bitterly back at the store. You’re gonna be “that person”, nobody should be “that person”.

If anyone has anything to add, or correct me on, feel free to do so.

A guy called tonight yelling saying that he witnessed one of the drivers hit a cat while driving. He said the driver was in a blue car and wearing a blue striped jacket. None of us have a blue car nor were we wearing jackets. Also, we don’t have the lights advertising for Pizza Hut on our cars. None of the Pizza Huts in our area do for safety reasons. When my manager asked what the cross streets were, it wasn’t even in our area. My question is this: what does he want us to do about it? He said it wasn’t his cat, either. 

So the other day, someone ordered a pizza via their iPhone. Once it was ready, I took it to the given address. Only problem was that there was a screen door that was in front of a walkway to their front door. This screen door was locked. So I called the number given on the receipt and the person that answered sounded pretty young. I explained to him that the gate was locked and he told me, “just push on it and it will open.” I explained that it was locked and he said he would be out in a minute. I waited 5 minutes and called again. He again said to just push on the gate. I began getting frustrated and he said he would be out in a moment. I waited 5 more minutes and started to call my store when he called me. He said he told his nephew to unlock the door. I waited 5 more minutes and called my store. One of my coworkers called the number and said to open the door or I would leave. Once he got off the phone, my coworker said, “It’s a prank call. Bring it back.” Later he said that one the phone, the kid said, “Oh, I’m at the store right now, getting dinner.” Yesterday when I went in to work, my general manager told me that the same number keeps placing deliveries under various addresses. There were about 4 more deliveries under the same phone number. So now I don’t know if the house I even went to to begin with was a random stranger’s house or what.

わたしの獣 真山勇成編 (Watashi no Kemono • Mayama Yuusei Hen)

Venerdi has announced a new CD in the works!

Synopsis (Paraphrased):

For the purpose of research, you, a smut manga artist, have purchased “certain goods”—only to have them be discovered by the local deliveryman, 真山勇成 (Mayama Yuusei). 

But just as you are about to explain yourself, Yuusei becomes flustered and runs off… 

After this incident, you find yourself growing closer to Yuusei, a physical and lively type whose personality contrasts with your own.

“I’ll carry you to bed promptly and courteously. I know I look this way, but I am known as the best delivery driver at my workplace for a reason. Well… this is the first time that I’m carrying something for my own purposes, though.”

And so, here is the humble, normal love story between you and Yuusei.

CV: 昼間真昼 (Yashiro Taku)

Release Date: April 28th, 2017.

delivery driver pet peeves

  • if you can’t afford to tip your pizza delivery driver maybe you should come pick it up yourself
  • don’t have your kids give me the money and not explain what a tip is so i get to watch the little turd put it in his pocket like “oh mom, so stupid, can’t count”
  • don’t not tip me then ask if we’re hiring
  • don’t ask me how much money i make when i deliver your pizza
  • don’t get mad when i don’t have change for a hundred, you really think i carry $80 in change on me???
  • if you’re in an apartment complex don’t let me get there and see that i need a gate code so i have to call you while somebody’s getting pissed behind me
  • uhm don’t go run errands after you order a pizza??? i’m not going to wait for you to get back
  • don’t get mad at me for not bringing you a paper receipt for a cash order
  • if you pay with a credit card DON’T have your kids meet me at the door. i need to see the card and your id. and no don’t send the cards down with your kid, i have no idea what you look like.
  • please don’t ask me 900 questions about my life/tattoo whatever. i don’t really have time to hear about what tattoos you want. (i don’t mind oh yeah i hella want a *blank* while taking your pizza or signing your receipt but please don’t tell me the 10 tattoo ideas you have and the stories behind them as i’m inching away)
  • don’t say sorry when writing a zero with a dash through it on the tip line when i deliver to you once a week. it’s more irritating than not tipping. ‘cause you’ve never tipped me and you’re not sorry.
  • i’m not comfortable coming into your home (especially if you’re male), i already drove the damn pizza here you can put it on the counter.

i’m sure there’s more but today was just awful. so i must bitch.

TIP YOUR LOCAL PIZZA GUY!!!

The tip shows you appreciate the service.

Delivery is a CONVENIENCE. It feels so good to have it delivered for you.

  • You don’t have to get it yourself.
  • And waste your time, energy, and gas.
  • The driver endured weather and traffic for you.
  • You can watch TV or do things around the house instead.
  • How much is that worth? because your time is valuable.

The tip shows that you value the driver’s work.

It just feels good to tip.
It shows that you’re a good person. It’s a good thing to do.
It shows you have class.
Tipping is common courtesy. It’s customary.

Not tipping is considered:

rude and unheard of inconsiderate ungrateful for the service as if delivery meant nothing to you

If one does not tip, they:

take advantage of the driver steal the services of the driver insult and waste the driver’s valuable time

  • Tips are necessary for the job. Tips mean everything to the driver. That’s why they deliver. Without it, there’s no point in keeping the job.

    Without it, drivers receive only minimum wage. Some drivers are paid sub-minimum wage. They use their own car. They pay for their own gas and repairs. They end up making less than minimum wage, without tips, when you include the cost of operating a car. The store does not reimburse them entirely.

    It’s assumed that tips will cover those expenses. Their employers assume they will receive tips. If delivery was minimum wage, everyone would quit. There are plenty of minimum wage jobs that don’t wear down your car.

    Drivers do not use a company car. Pizza drivers:

  • risk their cars and lives in traffic
  • risk robbery, assault, and murder on the job
  • are targets for criminals because they carry food and money In addition to driving, they do a lot of in-store work. They search for houses, which isn’t easy. It’s not like finding your own house. Many addresses don’t have visible numbers.

    Pizza delivery is not supposed to be a minimum wage job.

anonymous asked:

I work as a pizza delivery driver. When I'm in the store I make state minimum wage. When I'm on a delivery I make reduced wages due to the possibility of tips. Managers have started checking me out early for a delivery when the food isn't ready which means by computer standards I'm now making reduced wage. There's been times I've been "out on delivery" for upwards of 15 minutes when I'm still answering phones and making reduced wage. IDK what to do or what my damn rights are, but this is B.S.