my part-time past #3
this job isn't really retail, but it was totally awesome.
after i started hanging out with mike, i met his brother, ron, and cousin, dan. (actually, i met ron before kris moved to texas, but whatever.) they were the trifecta of cool. ron was the assistant manager of the Jake's Pizza on Schaumburg and Plum Grove Road. we would hang out there until they closed (midnight on weekends) and then we would head over to the pool hall across the street with various other people who worked at jakes, steve the manager, eric, one of ron and mike's closest friends, ben and ryan. ryan got busted for making 900 calls during work one time. actually, over several months, but that's neither here nor there. and, last but not least, dave.
dave was a pizza maker, as was ben and ryan. dan was the only delivery driver. one day i asked if they wanted another driver and they said sure. so away we went. i got paid a paltry sum and i kept all of my tips. i had just gotten a car and i needed to pay for it somehow... why not by driving it all around Schaumburg?
the best parts of the job were the free pizza and the company. i loved working with steve, hanging out until there was delivery. and because it was the summer, we would just hang out in the parking lot listening to whomever's latest sound system as loud as possible. i remember wearing my hypercolor shirt and my cut off jean shorts to work. after work, we would go play pool or hang out at mike and ron's house. or eric's sister's place in barrington. we would watch beavis and butthead, go to the 7-11 and get big gulps, watch really strange movies, drive into chicago. it was just a bunch of 19-year-olds with cars, money, and no curfew. one time i hung out with ron and kris until the sun came up. my dad was NOT pleased.
in addition to delivering pizzas, i remember walking around in the pouring rain, trying to find the right apartment in this huge complex. steve had maps of all of the apartment complexes we delivered to so we wouldn't have to drive around looking for crap all the time. in the rain, though, sometimes it's still hard to find places. dan had a cell phone (and a newton. he was cutting edge), so he could call if he got lost. me, not so much. i don't think i ever had to abandon a delivery, but that rainy day, i came close. people were always surprised to see a delivery chick. i didn't carry any mace or anything like that. no one really gave me the creepy vibe that i remember. it was just an awesome job.
i kept that job and the limited until i went back to school.
up next: Zingerman's Next Door
after i started hanging out with mike, i met his brother, ron, and cousin, dan. (actually, i met ron before kris moved to texas, but whatever.) they were the trifecta of cool. ron was the assistant manager of the Jake's Pizza on Schaumburg and Plum Grove Road. we would hang out there until they closed (midnight on weekends) and then we would head over to the pool hall across the street with various other people who worked at jakes, steve the manager, eric, one of ron and mike's closest friends, ben and ryan. ryan got busted for making 900 calls during work one time. actually, over several months, but that's neither here nor there. and, last but not least, dave.
dave was a pizza maker, as was ben and ryan. dan was the only delivery driver. one day i asked if they wanted another driver and they said sure. so away we went. i got paid a paltry sum and i kept all of my tips. i had just gotten a car and i needed to pay for it somehow... why not by driving it all around Schaumburg?
the best parts of the job were the free pizza and the company. i loved working with steve, hanging out until there was delivery. and because it was the summer, we would just hang out in the parking lot listening to whomever's latest sound system as loud as possible. i remember wearing my hypercolor shirt and my cut off jean shorts to work. after work, we would go play pool or hang out at mike and ron's house. or eric's sister's place in barrington. we would watch beavis and butthead, go to the 7-11 and get big gulps, watch really strange movies, drive into chicago. it was just a bunch of 19-year-olds with cars, money, and no curfew. one time i hung out with ron and kris until the sun came up. my dad was NOT pleased.
in addition to delivering pizzas, i remember walking around in the pouring rain, trying to find the right apartment in this huge complex. steve had maps of all of the apartment complexes we delivered to so we wouldn't have to drive around looking for crap all the time. in the rain, though, sometimes it's still hard to find places. dan had a cell phone (and a newton. he was cutting edge), so he could call if he got lost. me, not so much. i don't think i ever had to abandon a delivery, but that rainy day, i came close. people were always surprised to see a delivery chick. i didn't carry any mace or anything like that. no one really gave me the creepy vibe that i remember. it was just an awesome job.
i kept that job and the limited until i went back to school.
up next: Zingerman's Next Door
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