It's 11 PM, I'm lying in bed hurting like a wretched old woman, I'm looking at these pictures and I'm pretty pissed off, actually.
From now on I will be carefully inspecting the orders to see how much heavy lifting I'll be doing. And I will be doing NO heavy lifting.
I remember reading on a Shi** message board on Reddit that one of its shoppers gives customers exactly one chance. If they don't tip, it's over. At the time it seemed kind of harsh, but now I know exactly what he was talking about. TIP YOUR DELIVERY DRIVERS.
Other rules I've created since starting this gig:
1) No Saturdays (I'd already decided against working Sundays)
2) No Fred Meyer unless it's an extremely small shopping list, like 5 items or less. Whoever designed Fred's floor plan, particularly where cheese and dairy/non-dairy items are concerned, should be reprimanded severely for being an idiot. There's no getting out of there in a timely manner (which is probably the point)
3) I repeat: No more heavy lifting. Today's excursions cured me of ever trying that again
4) Keep a list of the customers, first name and address, who don't tip. Create a Wall of Shame for future reference. "You shouldn't not tip me, Johnny. My first customer didn't tip me once..... once."
5) Pick a store and stick to it all day. This isn't a rule so much as something I've been kicking around for the last two days, as I claimed orders pell mell and ended up doing stuff like driving to Portland twice, then Ridgefield, in one day. Orders come in all day long - I don't have to pack my schedule in advance.
I like delivering, though. I know it's hard to tell from this post. It's (mostly) fun.