Here's some Nice Time/Justice Done news for all you fans of class warfare: A Papa John's pizza franchise in New York has been ordered to pay almost $800,000 in back pay to workers it cheated out of wages. The court found that for more than six years, the franchisee "Emstar Pizza Inc," which operates seven restaurants, rounded each employee's hours down to the nearest full hour, cheating hundreds of employees out of their full pay, as well as underreporting hours worked and not paying overtime. Let's hear it for the job creators, who deserve a tax cut for all the hard work they put into earning profits, huh? You don't just come up with scams like that by being lazy. The owner of the franchise, Emmanuel Onuaguluchi
I am sorry to hear of your alium-associated anaphylaxisis. That really sucks.
BTW, my remark was not in any way meant to convey approbration of Papa John's. The very few times I've had that pizza, it was extremely mediocre (if that isn't an oxymoron). The shitty business practices are just extra topping on the shitty pizza.
I stopped looking at Reason a couple years ago. I've got enough fucking "libertarians" around me in the flesh; I don't need to import any.
Many (oh, Jesus, many) years ago (okay, say '77), I had a job in San Jose, but my wafer fab was in Wappingers Falls, NY, so I did a lot of trips to the East Coast. Now, Wappy was only marginally within the 50 mile radius of Times Square, but there was Frank's Pizza on Highway 9, and Frank made a tomato pie that was just fucking exquisite. Every trip, I would eat there at least once, and eventually he would even sell me a pound of mozzarella, which I would take home and put on frozen pizzas and make them better.
In about '79, a Round Table opened up in Wappingers Falls, and on my next trip my local friends all wanted to go there for lunch. Now, these were the people who had turned me on to Frank's in the first place, so they knew from pizza, and I was a little puzzled, because the RT was just like any RT in California.
I eventually concluded that there were three reasons why the RT was able to do good biz, even in the outer boundary of the 50 mile radius around Times Square.
1. Toppings. Frank was not big on toppings. One time, I asked him if he did a pepperoni pie, and his response was to pull out a pepperoni, slice off 8 or 10 pieces, and drop them on the pie before putting it in the oven.
2. Ambience. The Round Table had music, space, large tables, video games (remember them?), pinball, and a variety of beers. Frank's had Frank and some tables and chairs, and, I think, Gennie.
3. Novelty. In the early going, this was undoubtedly a factor, but to my surprise, the fondness of locals for RT held up at least until '83, when I changed jobs. Of course, it's probably worth remembering that these were twenty-somethings who were drinking beer at lunch.
None of this has anything to do with Papa John's, except perhaps to observe that food quality is not always the sole determinant of market penetration.
BTW, I still had at least one pizza at Frank's every trip, even if I had to go by myself.
You mean calling a delivery driver &quot;Assistant Logistics Manager, 2d Shift&quot; isn&#039;t a better deal than time-and-half for overtime? What&#039;s this world coming to? It&#039;s almost as if what this admirable <a href="http:\/\/robertreich.org\/post\/110555525570" target="_blank">little fellow</a> says is coming true.
Here&#039;s the deal: we want a market economy, not a market society.
Ha ha, that one kills down at the <a href="http:\/\/www.myfoxny.com\/story\/20350175\/tom-monaghan-sues-feds-over-new-health-care-law" target="_blank">Abortionplex</a>.
I knew Papa John&#039;s was a bad thing run by bad people as soon as they started whining about paying for health insurance. The founder lives in a $34 million-dollar house. Let that sink in for a minute. A $34 MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE. And he runs ads boasting about giving away $10 million dollars&#039; worth of pizzas, but he can&#039;t offer health insurance to the plebs who made him rich? That&#039;s why the word &quot;asshole&quot; was invented, so we could describe people like him.
I&#039;m going to let you finish, Dok, but Fazoli&#039;s had the best breadsticks of all time!
Edited for spelling.
If the answer is "Union," the question must be "What is corrupt and full of thugs?"
If your in favor of that kind of theft you should get your butt to Cuba or some other Communist paradise.
Welp, now we know where he got the $1 per pizza he needed to pay for Obamacare.
Wait. <i>Too much</i> garlic? Is this even possible?
Pho?
I am sorry to hear of your alium-associated anaphylaxisis. That really sucks.
BTW, my remark was not in any way meant to convey approbration of Papa John&#039;s. The very few times I&#039;ve had that pizza, it was extremely mediocre (if that isn&#039;t an oxymoron). The shitty business practices are just extra topping on the shitty pizza.
I stopped looking at Reason a couple years ago. I&#039;ve got enough fucking &quot;libertarians&quot; around me in the flesh; I don&#039;t need to import any.
Many (oh, Jesus, many) years ago (okay, say &#039;77), I had a job in San Jose, but my wafer fab was in Wappingers Falls, NY, so I did a lot of trips to the East Coast. Now, Wappy was only marginally within the 50 mile radius of Times Square, but there was Frank&#039;s Pizza on Highway 9, and Frank made a tomato pie that was just fucking exquisite. Every trip, I would eat there at least once, and eventually he would even sell me a pound of mozzarella, which I would take home and put on frozen pizzas and make them better.
In about &#039;79, a Round Table opened up in Wappingers Falls, and on my next trip my local friends all wanted to go there for lunch. Now, these were the people who had turned me on to Frank&#039;s in the first place, so they knew from pizza, and I was a little puzzled, because the RT was just like any RT in California.
I eventually concluded that there were three reasons why the RT was able to do good biz, even in the outer boundary of the 50 mile radius around Times Square.
1. Toppings. Frank was not big on toppings. One time, I asked him if he did a pepperoni pie, and his response was to pull out a pepperoni, slice off 8 or 10 pieces, and drop them on the pie before putting it in the oven.
2. Ambience. The Round Table had music, space, large tables, video games (remember them?), pinball, and a variety of beers. Frank&#039;s had Frank and some tables and chairs, and, I think, Gennie.
3. Novelty. In the early going, this was undoubtedly a factor, but to my surprise, the fondness of locals for RT held up at least until &#039;83, when I changed jobs. Of course, it&#039;s probably worth remembering that these were twenty-somethings who were drinking beer at lunch.
None of this has anything to do with Papa John&#039;s, except perhaps to observe that food quality is not always the sole determinant of market penetration.
BTW, I still had at least one pizza at Frank&#039;s every trip, even if I had to go by myself.
Now how are they going to pay for Peyton Manning&#039;s off season surgery?
You mean calling a delivery driver &quot;Assistant Logistics Manager, 2d Shift&quot; isn&#039;t a better deal than time-and-half for overtime? What&#039;s this world coming to? It&#039;s almost as if what this admirable <a href="http:\/\/robertreich.org\/post\/110555525570" target="_blank">little fellow</a> says is coming true.
Here&#039;s the deal: we want a market economy, not a market society.
Oh that&#039;s just great. <i>Now</i> who am I supposed to call for guilt-free but still crappy pizza?
Ha ha, that one kills down at the <a href="http:\/\/www.myfoxny.com\/story\/20350175\/tom-monaghan-sues-feds-over-new-health-care-law" target="_blank">Abortionplex</a>.
Keep it up, jerb creators. At some point, your workers will figure out that a labor union is not such a bad idea.
I knew Papa John&#039;s was a bad thing run by bad people as soon as they started whining about paying for health insurance. The founder lives in a $34 million-dollar house. Let that sink in for a minute. A $34 MILLION DOLLAR HOUSE. And he runs ads boasting about giving away $10 million dollars&#039; worth of pizzas, but he can&#039;t offer health insurance to the plebs who made him rich? That&#039;s why the word &quot;asshole&quot; was invented, so we could describe people like him.
Work isn&#039;t worth it. Papa John has convinced me to change my career to full-time Taker. Where&#039;s my king crab?