I Hate Mondays!

Today was the 2nd Monday in a row that was an absolute nightmare.

A driver at work decided to quit last night at the last minute when there was an entire route of customers expecting their deliveries. Last week he didn't show up for work either, and had a neighbor (but who knows who it really was!) call to let us know he was going to the ER, but she didn't have any other information.

What was his story? He was a buddy's place, having pizza, and he's deathly allergic to fish. Doesn't realize there are anchovies on the pizza and has an allergic reaction. HELLO??? How do you NOT taste fish on pizza? Whatever. He was given the benefit of a doubt, and when the manager talked to him, not once, but TWICE during the week, he said he'd be in Sunday night to do his route.

Yeah. Uh-huh.

So, he leaves a message after 9pm last night, saying how he tried and really wanted to work there, but he just couldn't anymore. I mean, it was pathetic.

It's fine and dandy if he wanted to quit - but don't be a fucking pussy about it! Call and speak to someone, don't leave a message. He's got cell phone and home numbers for the manager. Instead, he opted to puss-out and leave a message on voice mail when he knew damn well that no one was there to pick up the phone.

GROW UP BUDDY BOY ..... This is the real world, and you have responsibilities. Quit your whining and be a man for cripes sake!