There is place in hell for people who falsely claim food wasn't delivered

[Demovictory9]

[Demovictory9]

1. Update..guy got job back..internet got food thief fired

[Skittles]

3. WTF is wrong with Doordash

why did they not believe him

[Sympthsical]

6. I saw a post not too long ago

I think it was on Reddit. The Door Dash guy would not hand food to people. He would put it on the ground where it's meant to be delivered and take a picture. Precisely so this sort of thing couldn't happen.

Online services can really depersonalize people. She probably thought nothing of tapping a button and getting free food. Never a moment's thought that another person at the other end of that button could suffer for it.

Ah well. Now she's suffering for it.

[Demovictory9]

7. A restaurant owner in Los ang received a big order..cooked it herself..wanted to thank customer

Directly During covid when her restaurant was struggling..big fancy order..customer avoided dealing directly with owner.

customer took order then told credit card company that it wasn't received.

Owner was devastated. Decided to shut down.

GoFundMe raised her a bunch of cash

[JI7]

11. I read about this. People like that are trash.

[MLAA]

4. Excellent!

[Eliot Rosewater]

2. Great that she was fired. I know people who rely on this type of work

to survive, DAMN HER

[Demovictory9]

8. I hope she choked on her free burrito

[Mme. Defarge]

5. This is a devastating read.

The Boss Will See You Now
Zephyr Teachout
We are experiencing a major turning point in the surveillance of workers, driven by wearable tech, artificial intelligence, and Covid.

Several decades ago, when I first moved to New York City, I answered an ad to be a personal assistant to a writer. I imagined myself as amanuensis, translating inspired pronouncements into poems. Instead, I ordered and returned sweaters, scheduled haircuts, and made three-course-meal seating plans for members of the literati whom I never got to meet. My boss, her money-manager husband, and their children lived on Park Avenue, in a penthouse with Georgian drapes and triple-insulated soundproof windows. She collected bespoke services: personal trainers, personal shoppers, a personal poetry trainer, a personal opera coach. I was one of four full-time staff, along with two live-in Irish nannies and a French maid. During our thirty-minute lunchtime, the four of us would hurry into the kitchen to use the small gold-handled faucet that produced instant boiling water to make tea and soup. We slurped and laughed and complained about our boss.

During one of these meals, the chief nanny began a call on the phone in the corner, then quickly slammed down the receiver. Pointing to its golden handle, she mouthed that she thought our boss was listening in. As we huddled over our soup, I said that our boss was always asking me for reports of what we talked about, and the nanny whispered that she was pretty sure she had seen her lurking outside the kitchen door. This was funny for a moment, and then not—a thin skein of anxiety started winding its way across the room.

A few weeks later, the maid was fired. It wasn’t clear that her dismissal was related to anything that had been said. But once paranoia gets its claws in you, it doesn’t let go easily. Our wages and raises were all unpredictable. Two of the staff relied on green cards. These circumstances, which had been the subject of so many conversations, suddenly became the source of insecurity. We gradually, then all at once, stopped having lunch together.

I have lately been thinking of that small discouraging experience as we live through an explosion of corporate investments in workplace surveillance. The year 1995, when I had that job, seems almost embarrassingly quaint, an era of surveillance innocence. There was no Facebook or Google following people everywhere they went, no spooky personalized ads. Back then, Americans spent an average of thirty minutes a month online, and 24/7 intimate surveillance was reserved for targets of FBI investigations.

At the dozen-plus places I had worked by the age of twenty-four, I punched in and out, sped up my dishwashing when the supervisor came through, weighed the beans I picked, bargained to get off early in exchange for cleaning extra bathrooms, and wrote reports for the third-grade teacher I assisted in the classroom. Even the tips I received while waitressing were my business, not the restaurants’. My bosses knew me superficially—my clothes, my general productivity—not what I thought or felt outside the workplace, unless I chose to share it.

https://www.nybooks.com/articles/2022/08/18/the-boss-will-see-you-now-zephyr-teachout/

If you can access the article it’s well worth reading. We need legislation to protect people’s privacy and to insure workplace fairness.

[Demovictory9]

9. Will read. Thx

[Mme. Defarge]

10. If you can

you’ll see where gig workers fit into the picture.

[dalton99a]

12. That girl IS stupid trash.

[JI7]

13. In YouTube comments some people are saying they don't fire over one

case like this.

Also that she was fired becsuse people kept calling and complaining about her.

If it's true she lied then that's a fucked up . But does she admit she lied ? Do we have evidence or ways to look into what actually happened ?

[Liberal In Texas]

14. Since the delivery economy has been going full swing, the UPS, Amazon, FedEx people

almost always snap a picture of the package on the porch when they deliver. This is has actually been helpful on my end several times when I was able to track down the package that was delivered to a neighbors instead of to me. Most of the time I can tell from the color of the porch or wall or door which neighbors house the package is sitting at.

[ZonkerHarris]

15. UPS keeps dropping the Chewy cat food bag/box for my eldery neighbor two doors down on my porch

I bring it down to her.
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