Pittsburgh GrubHub Driver Diaries
Day 1:
Hello, diary! Today is my first day driving for GrubHub! To be honest, I didn’t really know what to expect, since I’m so new to the area and haven’t really spoken to anyone yet. For that reason, I wanted to stay more downtown so I’d have more options in case some delivery got botched.
However, it was a really great time! Most of my orders came from University of Pittsburgh students, who were all really sweet. Everybody around that university just radiated positivity and kindness, and were super understanding whenever I faced traffic. One girl even gave me a bunch of flowers lavender, my favorite! Every delivery was done by car, but honestly, I could have biked around and just spent a bit more time outside among the people.
I drove home with a huge smile on my face, and I’m smiling now just thinking about it as I write this entry. Today was a great day, and I hope that tomorrow can be even better!
Day 2:
Fuck this shit. Decided to sit around that Carnegie Mellon school for a bit, since I heard the kids were rich and thought they might tip a bit extra. Worst mistake of my life.
It was pouring rain outside, and some little bastard ordered fourteen pizzas to be delivered in the middle of the big lawn on campus. After picking up the pizzas, I parked my Buick Century in the bus stop and hauled ass through the mud to keep the quadruple-meat Chicago deep dishes from getting soggy. When I walked onto the sidewalk, my phone started to buzz, and it was the student who placed the order, so naturally I had to hold all of the pizzas in one hand to fumble around in my pockets before picking up the call.
As my finger slid towards the “Answer” button, I saw a small hinge start to creak in the corner of my eye. Before I could react, a trapdoor opened in the concrete walkway beneath me, and I tumbled into a massive pit, falling through the air before landing roughly in a large pile of pizza boxes and delivery-driver-shaped-skeletons. On the rock wall, written in pizza sauce, were the words “you took too long! 1 star!” with small metal stairs spiraling back up to the trapdoor. With rain still pouring down.
It took me ALL DAY to walk back up, and when I finally got back to the surface, I almost got trampled by a bunch of kids stepping over the trapdoor. Not only did nobody offer to help, but my car got towed, and nobody at the bus stop uttered a word when I asked for help. Needless to say, I quit. Assholes.