Work. Everyone does it. If you don't, you either scab off of Centrelink or married someone extremely wealthy. Here's a glimpse into an average night at Domino's Woodville.
I started at 5pm, and naturally, there was a lot that needed to be done that the manager on Open didn't do. So after getting the shop ready for Peak, we waited. The phone rang. Always the sign for peak about to start, and sure enough, one when rings, 4 more ring. So with every single phone on hold so that I can start making, customers come in store to order. This is about the time when I wish I had a different job.
It's so hard to understand people's accents, but after a long time working there, you start to become good at translating. For example, Asians usually order Hawaiians, whereas African Americans usually order a Meatosaurus, so when they say something that sounds remotely close to that, you just sort of.. guess.
At around 7.30, I was exhausted. Being the only one that knows what their doing is pretty frustrating. I agree with the logic that if you keep looking at the time, it goes slower, because every time I looked at it, it hadn't changed.
One of my pet hates at work is when its extremely busy and there's customers in store waiting to order, and you have to tell them you'll be a few minutes as you are doing more important things such as cutting the pizza's so they don't fall out of the oven, and they just give you the dirtiest stares until you serve them, which they then continue to hastily look at the menu and take 5 minutes deciding what they want. Honestly, instead of making one feel bad about doing her job, how about helping me save some time by deciding your order BEFOREHAND.
8.55pm. 5 minutes to go until freedom. 5 minutes that are the longest I've ever experienced. Time seems to have frozen at this stage. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, it hits 9.00pm.
I've never been more happy to see my Mothers car drive up to take me home.
- Taylor .
