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Is the Domino’s Pizza Tracker Telling the Truth?

Is the Domino's Pizza Tracker Telling the Truth?

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The tracker is legit—but only as legit as the people in the store let it be. The fact is, there are a lot of factors that happen in a store that the tracker can’t always account for, and so your mileage may vary with the online tracker for those reasons.

The Dream

As others have already mentioned, there’s a narrative to the tracker that the store supposedly follows: You place your order online. That order arrives at the store. The labels print out and are put on boxes. And the order itself appears on a screen at the make-line.

The person on the make-line assembles your food items and indicates that the order has been made. The tracker updates and tells you that your order is now in the oven. After a set period of time—somewhere around 7 minutes, give or take—the order should be out of the oven and in the process of being boxed. (Note: There is no button for employees to push to say that an order has come out of the oven; this is an automatically timed event on the tracker.)

Once your items are out of the oven and boxed, your delivery driver packs them in the hot-bag, gathers up any other items you may have ordered (sodas, sauces, chips, etc.), and “punches out” the order to say that, why yes, it is out for delivery. Once again, the tracker updates to let you know that your order is on its way.

Once the order is delivered and the driver returns, the driver signs back in to indicate that his run is complete. The tracker then updates for the final time—though, you should already know that the order’s been completed based on the pizza in your hands.

The Reality

Now, all that said, there are some factors that can affect your Tracker experience. Because delivery drivers can “game the system,” so to speak.

By Domino’s policies, for example, no driver is supposed to take more than two or three deliveries at a time (as memory serves). Corporate policy is very emphatic about that. Even though we don’t do the “30 minutes or it’s free” rule anymore, we do still strive to have every order delivered within 30 minutes or less to ensure customer satisfaction. Unfortunately, that 30 minute rule was only really made for stores with smaller delivery radii and enough drivers to consistently handle the amount of business received in a given day.

I worked at a store in Pittsburgh’s East Liberty neighborhood that delivered to roughly half the city of Pittsburgh—including every college campus, nearly every major hospital, the Strip District, and the Homewood/Lincoln-Larimer/East Hills neighborhoods. That’s a huge radius to cover, and even with an average of at least eight to 10 drivers per night, we didn’t have the ability to do our deliveries entirely by the book. Especially not if any given driver wanted to make a decent living that night. To compensate, most drivers would try to take between four and six deliveries at a time based, depending on the area to which they were delivering.

Under those circumstances, we usually aimed for about a 45 minutes delivery time. And that’s what we told people when they ordered—somewhere between 30-45 minutes for your order. People were usually perfectly happy with this—unless, of course, things took longer. But the tracker and the Pulse software used in-store aren’t set up to account for these individual store practices. Rather, they’re keyed into corporate standards.

In other words, each store is eventually evaluated on these widespread, not always applicable standards. Each order that’s placed has a timer attached to it tracking the time between when it’s placed and when it’s marked as completed. Those timers and statistics are then reported for store evaluations and taken into account, along with any and all customer feedback. These make a significant difference as to how a store is rated, how it’s treated, and essentially, how much a store is left to its own devices and allowed to keep doing what it does without supervisors breathing down the manager’s neck.

So stores will sometimes fudge numbers and cut corners so their stats look better. It doesn’t usually make any difference to the customer, who still gets warm pizza in a generally acceptable timeline, but it does make the store look like it’s running more efficiently than it really is.

The Tricks

Here are some of the things that happened in our store to make it look more efficient.

1) The order comes in and the make-line workers immediately mark it as completed and put in the oven. Since you can go back to look at the order after you’ve submitted it, this gave them a couple minutes time to get the order made and put in the oven, even though the tracker says it’s already in the oven. So shave two minutes there.

2) The order gets through the oven, boxed, and then put on the heat racks to be bagged and sent out. Meanwhile, on the computer for the drivers, there are five or six orders popping up on the screen with different addresses. It’s my turn to take the next delivery, so I see there are two right now that have been placed for a campus in Oakland – both are sitting at about 8 minutes on the timer, which means they’re ready to be punched out and delivered.

But just as I’m ready to punch those two deliveries out, there are another two for the sameneighborhood that just got placed. My choices are to let these other two orders sit on the timers for another 8 minutes (by which time they’ll be a nice red color on the screen, indicating that they’re very late) and then punch out all four deliveries for myself, or I can punch out the two orders now and use my “dummy account” (literally a ghost driver with a different name) to sign out the other two deliveries and take all four at once, delivering them in priority of time and convenience of route.

I use my dummy account to make the stats look better. Essentially, it means that the system shows us as having twice as many drivers working, while allowing us to take the deliveries we know we can make. Shady as hell when it comes to store evaluations, but for customer satisfaction, we didn’t have that many problems.

3) Now I’ve got my four deliveries punched out on both of my driver accounts, and I’m out the door to make my deliveries. My first two deliveries on my main account are finished, but I’m still making the deliveries on my dummy account, so I’m not going to be back in the amount of time that the system thinks that I should. That means, once again, that we have two options: A) We can let the timers say that the driver took a hell of long time to complete one delivery, or B) we let the timers reflect the general amount of time it takes to make the deliveries by having drivers/managers/make-line workers still in-store sign drivers in at around the time that theyshould be coming back from that delivery. Which one looks better for the store? You guessed it. Option B.

The Problem

Now this is where things have a tendency to get a little hinky with the Tracker. Because there are a couple things going on now that aren’t quite 100 percent true—but do show up a certain way on the Tracker.

The biggest problem is that because, say, Bob just got back from delivering orders and signed back in, any online order that he was delivering (as Bob) is now marked by the Tracker as having been delivered. But since Bob had five deliveries out and three of them were under his dummy account, Fred, Bob is still finishing his last two or three deliveries. So Bob may still has your order in his car (and, quite possibly, another one on his route to deliver before he gets to your house), despite the fact that the Tracker has so graciously informed you that your pizza has already been delivered.

We would get a decent number of calls from people informing us that the Tracker told them that their pizza had been delivered, but that they didn’t have anything on their table yet. You might get some people in-store and on the phones who tell you that the Tracker automatically does all that stuff, or that the driver should be there any minute and the Tracker just worked a little faster than your driver. But rest assured, unless your driver really messed up, your pizza did not get delivered to someone else. Or at the very least, if it did, the Tracker isn’t the way you’re going to find that out.

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33 Reasons Why Retail Work Sucks

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One:

“Hi, what can I do for you?”

“Hi, I’m fine thanks…”

I never asked.

Two:

Customers coming in two minutes before we close, asking for ‘two minutes’ of our time… and than taking up half an hour of it. Don’t worry, I didn’t want to go home or anything.

Three:

The customer is always right.

Fuck off. No, they’re not. Rarely. If at all.

Four:

Grabbing a cigarette and your lighter and just as you head out towards the door out through the shop on your way for your first cigarette in four hours, and some fucking old boy stops you and asks you if you can help him. Really?

Five:

Being deliberately ignored or belittled because I’m a woman in a male-orientated industry. I might be a Barbie blonde but I know more than most of them in here mate, and I will not hesitate to humiliate you if I can. Subtly, you know. In a way that I canKEEP my job.

Six:

“Have a nice holiday, sir!”

“You too!”

Yeah, I’m not going anywhere. Cheers for reminding me of that douschebag.

Seven:

Having a foreign customer whose English is so bad, you’ll never be able to understand what they want in a million years, but they won’t leave. At all. For ages. And you have a queue, and they are all looking at you and it’s embarrassing. Just fuck off. Come back with someone English.

Eight:

Having to use the toilet after my male boss has emptied his asshole in there. Honestly, women work here mate. Your toilet is right next-door to mine, and no amount of that nasty, cheap air freshener is getting rid of what crawled up inside you and died. Show some fucking respect.

Nine:

Reatil work sucks 05You know when you just don’t click with a customer? You hate them for no apparent reason and you’re pretty sure they hate you too? And then you have to serve them. And it takes forever. And neither of you want to talk so it’s just like that horrible awkward silence? Yeah that ruins my day.

Ten:

Nature calling right in the middle of serving a long and complicated customer. Or you know, when you really need to fart except you know it’s either gonna stink, or make the loudest, funniest noise. And if it stinks, it’s not like you can blame it on the customer because they know it wasn’t them…

Eleven:

“Thanks for your help!”

I didn’t actually do anything but cheers for making me feel appreciated buddy.

Twelve:

Serving a customer wearing a burkha and not being allowed to laugh.

Thirteen:

Customer’s kid’s. Full stop.

Fourteen:

Those wankers that get my hopes up and make me think they are going to buy something and then say they are just ‘shopping around’ and cripple my confidence.

Fifteen:

People that ask if it’s ‘just the two of you’ when referring to myself and my other colleague on the shop floor. No, there’s a hidden fairy standing right behind you, you fucking plonker. Yes, it’s just us. Wait in silence or get the fuck out.

Sixteen:

People that are rude for what appears to be no apparent reason. I don’t know who pissed you off today, but I’ve only just starting talking to you so I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me. Remove the stick from your anus and treat me with a bit of respect. Otherwise I will spit in your proverbial burger.

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Seventeen:

Those awful jokes. That stupid laugh I have to do. For fucks sake.

Eighteen:

Customer’s that you’ve been ‘working on’ for what feels like hours leaving the store and then coming back and being served by another colleague. It’s OK, I didn’t need that commission. Thanks for wasting my time. I hope your cat starves this week. Just like mine will.

Nineteen:

Going into a DIFFERENT store on my lunch break, and being asked if I work in THATstore. Yes, of course I do. The fact that the massive logo on the back of my t-shirt doesn’t give the game away at all…

Twenty:

Similarly, being asked work-related questions on the journey home because of said uniform.

Twenty-One:

“Haven’t you got one out back?”

Yeah hang on, let me go out there and shit you out a new one. Just because you clicked your fingers. What do you think I am? One of Santa’s elves? Prick.

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Twenty-Two:

Those magical days where you’re meant to finish early…. but you never do because you get stuck with that hour-long sodding customer right at the end. You can’t pass it over to anyone else either, because they’re conveniently busy doing other shit.

Twenty-Three:

Similarly, getting stuck with the village idiot at the end of your shift.

Twenty-Four:

When your work colleagues get to go home early. Fuckers. Oh and all those convenient dental trips they keep going on. Really buddy, your teeth don’t look that bad to me.

Twenty-Five:

I think my boss wants to sleep with me.

Twenty-Six:

I’m pretty sure most of the other work colleagues do too. Well, maybe most. I am one of two girls, and she’s just had a baby!

Twenty-Seven:

Customers that smell. BO, last night’s alcohol, bad breath, too much cologne, piss…

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Twenty-Eight:

Noticing that weird mole on their face and being transfixed by it for the entire conversation. Your’e pretty sure they know too.

Twenty-Nine:

Oh yeah, and my eyes are up here dickhead. Those are my breasts.

Thirty:

When you know the lights are on but no-one’s home. They’re never gonna understand what you’re saying.

Thirty-One:

Those people that get all up in my grid and infect my personal space – those people really piss me off. Stop getting so close, are you trying to be in me? Take a step back buddy, or I’ll make you.

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Thirty-Two:

The one that knows everything – really? If you know everything, fuck off and stop wasting my time. Seriously, just fuck off. You’re wrong anyway.

Thirty-Three:

The mobile-phoner’s. Get off your phone and talk to me you cretin. Manners cost nothing, don’t you know? Oh, and rude people. Have I mentioned rude people?

 

Sourced from notsosexinthecity.com

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Retail Confessions: I Hate People

 They aren't amused with you either.

Retail Workers Know: People Suck

I came to this conclusion long before I ever started working retail, but it certainly hasn’t lessened my conviction. Now, I’m the nicest girl you’ll ever know. I’m patient, friendly, smile ALL the time, never lose my temper, and am generally mellow in temperament. Too good to be true? Just ask anyone who knows me (except my husband…haha!) I can get along with pretty much anyone. So what beef could I possibly have with “people”? Let me tell you. (Disclaimer: I hate generalization as much as the next gal, but I have to do it here. By “people” I’m referring to certain persons who, when in groups or when in a retail environment, act like jerks when they might be perfectly wonderful people otherwise.)

1. You’re not better than me just because I’m behind a counter.

(This came to me while working at Filene’s Basement, where I was literally behind a counter all day.) Look buddy, I’ve got a college degree. I’m no dummy. You couldn’t do my job if you tried. I’d like to see you stand back here for 8 hours, processing return after return, smiling at disgruntled customers, all while answering the non-stop-ringing telephone and managing NOT to strangle jerks like yourself.

I can read the return policy just as well as you. I can also read my employee handbook, my company’s policies and procedures, and my register training book. I know what I can and can’t do to accommodate you. Even though the customer might always be “right”, there are limits and exceptions to every rule. For example, I can’t do something that will cost me my job just to make you happy. You don’t deserve, by some merit of your self-proclaimed fabulousness, to be exempt from every rule. If you want to make a $300 return of six-month-old merchandise (and I can tell how old it is, because the merchandise tags are coded by season, genius), with all of the tags ripped off in the bottom of the bag and no receipt, you’d better be glad I’m bending the rules enough to even accept it. You’ll get a store credit. No way can I “make an exception” and give you cash.

2. I am not your maid, and you are not in a hotel room.

Newsflash: You are in a place of business! Chances are 100% that we have a trash can! There’s no need for you to leave your half-eaten cup of ice cream on top of a rack of clothing. If your child spills their bright red Icee all over our nice beige carpet, please be kind enough to TELL SOMEONE! I know little kids can be messy and unruly, but if they’re in the habit of tossing their popcorn all over the floor, either a) don’t buy them popcorn before coming into the store or b) don’t enter the store until they’ve finished it.

And for the love of all that is HOLY, if you are ill, STAY home. If you begin to feel ill while shopping, GO home. Under no circumstances should you get sick (out of either end, I still have no clue) all over a pair of pants and in the corner of a dressing room, then proceed to hang the pants back on the hanger, put them on the rack for someone else to find later, and leave us all wondering what that smell is until the next time we open that fitting room for a customer. Accidents happen. Own up to it so no one else has to suffer.

 Just cuz they're cute doesn't mean they can get away with anything.
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 3. I am not your therapist.

Small talk is part of the business. We can even forge more than superficial relationships with our most frequent customers on occasion. But don’t assume that just because I said helloto you means you have the right to unload your conscience on me. I neither need nor want to know about your rather personal female health issues. I may or may not share your political views, but a shopping environment is not the place for you to loudly proclaim them, involving other customers who do not want to be involved.

My store is not the place for you to have an all-out fight with your soon-to-be-ex-BFF, your children, your husband, etc. Take it outside!

4. You should know by now to read the fine print.

All of life has limitations and exclusions. Ever read a coupon for a department store? One-eighth of the space tells you that you’ll save x percent on your purchase, while the other seven-eighths tells you what items and departments are not included, what dates you are eligible, what you may or may not combine the offer with, etc. I do feel bad sometimes that these things can be so tricky, but you’re at least as old (and probably older!) than me, so you should have gotten with the program a long time ago. I’d be happy to explain the limitations of our coupon/sale/event/whatever, but I didn’t make the rules. Don’t get pissed at me because you don’t like how the game is played.

And you know what, I’ve been lucky enough to work in places where the fine print is actually pretty easy to see! So I don’t want to hear you complaining about misleading advertising when you obviously only read half the sign and no one else in the store seems to have an issue grasping the concept.

5. I do not have access to your personal financial records.

Get it through your head. If your check or credit card is declined, I don’t get a big red flashing message on my register screaming “She’s overdrawn her account, the crazy woman! Cut up her card, ASAP. Signed, Bank X.”In fact, your card being declined may have absolutely nothing to do with your bank. It’s all handled by the Visa (or MC, or AE or Discover or… you get the idea) processing centers. And if your retailer uses TeleCheck, their rejections also have nothing to do with your bank.

Bottom line: I haven’t accused you of not paying your bills, or overdrawing your account, or stealing someone else’s card. I’ve simply asked you for another form of payment. You only make yourself look like a fool when you argue with me about how much money is in your account.

6. You are not in a self-checkout line, so get off the phone!

If the call is that important, please take your items and step out of line until you are ready to focus on the transaction. I don’t need much from you, but if you’re making a return I may need a name and address. If it’s a simple purchase, I may only need to ask for ID for your credit card, or to let you know that the item you have is actually buy one get one free, and you only have one. It’s not much, but I do need your attention. Please don’t scowl at me when I interrupt your phone call to inform you that I need to be paid for the merchandise before you can go.

I could honestly go on and on about how irritating people can be. It’s like something inside them snaps when they get into a retail environment. They lose all decency and common sense. However, as much as I can’t stand those “people” I just mentioned, I very much adore those “people” behind them in line, who smile at me and shake their head, conveying with that simple little gesture that they understand and feel my pain. Which “people” do you belong to?

 

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