I think this will be the last time I call Domino’s. Over an hour to get a pizza (estimated delivery time:18-22 minutes, my ass), and I call them, only to hear the guy doesn’t have the gate code. I included the gate code with my order. Pizza will undoubtedly be cold when and if it arrives. Worse yet, nobody in customer service seems to understand the concept of apologies.

When did it become so acceptable for us to accept sub-par service without so much as an apology, much less a discount? If I did such a crappy job at work every day, I wouldn’t keep it for long. Yet, it seems to be par for the course in the food service world that if you’re not happy with something, you can complain all you want, it doesn’t change a thing.

That is why, despite being a loyal customer for some time, I am breaking up with Domino’s. As I feel toward every person who takes my presence and support for granted, doesn’t show up on time for our scheduled meetings, is routinely an asshole without offering apology, and thinks they can replace me fairly easily, Domino’s is simply no longer worth the frustration and the anger.

I’m tired of being disappointed. I’m tired of being made to feel unimportant. I’m tired of my needs not coming first. I deserve much better, and if you don’t see how valuable I am, you’re the one missing out. I’m sure there’s another pizza service out there willing to appreciate what I bring to the table.

And, if not, maybe I don’t need pizza, anyway.

It’s been great, but this relationship is officially over. A one-night-a-week perk should enhance my life, not leave me feeling irate and hypoglycemic.

And, as with the end of every relationship, I’ll leave you with these parting words of advice:

You suck, and you’re really not as good as you think you are. With all the exaggeration involved, I expected more.