Delivery story 388 Kels writes: I just recently started working at Domino's in the suburb of Lockwood right next to Billings about a week ago. Already I've had some events that make me a little bit worried about other events I might have in the future. I soon found out the $2.00 deliver charge we have goes to Domino's. I was pissed since money comes out of my pocket to pay for gas, oil changes, new tires, or anything else on my vehicle and they cost more than the store's compensation of $1 per delivery. I also looked up Domino's policy and found we are not allowed any sort of weapon on us for our protection. Domino's claims that our protection is to just not enter the customer's home (wtf?) but to continue. My first encounter with a frisky guy was at a hotel on Cole Street. This guy was extremely fat and told me to come inside his room because he had to find his checkbook. I told him I can wait outside. He asked three more times. The last time, thankfully, one of the hotel workers walked by and the guy stopped asking me and went into his room, grabbed the checkbook, and paid me. I left looking over my shoulder to make sure he wasn't following me. My second encounter was awful. I live in a trailer court called Hillside Village and I had a delivery there. I saw through the window a teenage boy on the computer. I had to open their porch door and then knock on the real door. He answered it eying me up. I gave him the pizzas. Then I waited for him to hand me the money. He said, "Before you go, can I ask you a personal question?" I said yes, thinking it was probably a question about Domino's. He said, "Do you think size matters?" I was shocked so I answered curtly, "It depends what you're talking about, I suppose." He still didn't hand over the money. "You know, like my two-inch hard cock," he said and then I noticed his little boy was pointing at me. Thank God at that moment my phone rang so I could make the excuse that my work was calling me telling me to hurry up. The guy gave me the money and then offered me a tip if I could answer another one of his dirty questions, but I refused and left in a rush. My third encounter was just today. We had an extremely large order and I had a feeling it was going to a party. I was right. When I got to the place, there were all these teenage guys and one guy that looked like he was in his 20's. He was talking to me and kept blocking me from leaving, telling me to join the party and have fun. He was totally drunk. I told him it was rush hour and that I could not do that. Finally he let me go and I returned, telling my boss about it. Domino's has no sort of protection for their employees, not to mention I'm often sent out to Emerald Hills (a place we are not suppose to deliver to) which has horrible gravel roads, steep hills, and is way out of range. I'm there constantly trying to find a house at nighttime in the country. Not only that, but Domino's refuses to pay for a lock and key for my box to put my money in. (We're suppose to carry only $20 on us at all times and no more, which is impossible during rush hour.) They claim I must pay for it. What? I have to pay to protect their money? Also, in our store, we are not allowed anything sharp, so cutting the pizzas is hard (pizza cutters are dull) and no scissors, and no box knifes to open boxes. I've come to the conclusion that Domino's is run by a bunch of greedy asses dumber than a door nail. In fact, more than half the people on the franchise don't even know how to make a pizza. For any person who is reading this who orders pizza often: 1. Make sure the address number on your house is visible and give clear directions. 2. Please tip. Our pizza company is run by greedy bastards who take the money that belongs to us that should go to pay for gas or anything else on our vehicles. 3. Sign petitions or support driver unions. We have one of the top five most dangerous jobs in the United States and almost all the pizza companies do nothing to protect us. Thanks and I'll keep coming on here to post my stories as more crazy stuff happens at my job. return to top