I’ve always heard good help is hard to find. I never knew how true that was
until we started Breezy. It seems like a simple enough straight forward job.
Don’t lose the phone, answer the phone. Drive to pick-up customers, take
them where they wanna go, get paid. Repeat. Of course, it’s not always so
simple. As we have highlighted in these stories, hiccups and misfortune
are never far away. Finding people who can handle it is like finding a
needle in a haystack. God knows we have a great core crew now, but it’s
always been a struggle.
The hiring process for Breezy is a bit different than other places. We don’t
really do applications, so to speak. As it turns out, GA will give a license to
just about anyone, at least once. Hell, they gave me one! You may be the
world’s safest driver, but if you have the personality of a floppy piece of
asparagus, things just aren’t going to work out for you (while asparagus
is delicious, it’s not the best conversationalist and has a tendency towards
stupidity). Almost all of our best drivers now were not hired for a spotless
driving record. They were hired because they are funny, interesting people
who aren’t idiots. Funny, interesting people make much better money than
asparagus.
We’ve had veggies drive for us before and they’ve never lasted long.
Once, about 3 or 4 years ago, after about a month of tolerating just all the
stupidity that we could from one of them, we decided it was time to fire one
of our first hires. I was given the honor. Having never fired anyone before, I
was a bit nervous, and decided that a beer or two to knock down some of
those nerves was in order. She must have known it was coming, because
that particular day she just went straight home instead of coming back to
headquarters as usual. No worries, I had a phone and knew how to use it.
So I made the call. It did not go well. She had also grabbed a few beers
after work, and was as tipsy as I was. So there I was, standing outside a
local establishment screaming into a phone and getting screamed back at
even louder. Sweat was pouring and curse words were flying. I was mad.
She was madder.
After the call, I was sitting in a chair, smoking and mumbling to myself ala
Joe Pesci in Home Alone. About this time, the bartender’s boyfriend, who
I knew but not great, came to check on me. They had heard me in the bar
and thought I might have stroked out. He asked what was up, and I ranted
that the problem was that no one on this god forsaken Island was capable
of driving for three days in a row without screwing up Breezy completely.
So screw it. I didn’t need sleep. I’d just do day and night shift on weekends
and sleep it off Monday. Then, miraculously, this man coolly replied that
he would love to pick up some weekend shifts, and could use some extra
cash. Bless you Stephen Cope, bless you. He has truly been a Godsend.
32 TYBEE BEACHCOMBER | MAY 2018
By Joey Goralczyk
Breezy Drivers
After many Bored Meetings at the Wind Rose, we came to find out that
Stephen had a couple of friends, really cool friends, who were interested
in driving for Breezy. What a blessing! First we added Martini. I don’t need
to say anything. He is Martini! Not long after that we added Kelly to the
family, who fit like a glove! We are on a roll! Finding needles in haystacks
is not that hard! Trust me, we have been lucky (except around Hula-ween
… damn Hula-ween!).
Let me close by thanking my boys for all their hard work. Breezy wouldn’t
have made it here without you guys. Stephen, Martin, Kelly, Mike, Sean,
Cameron, and John, we love you guys! Let’s keep it up!
Don’t drink and drive, call Breezy @ 912-665-9988.
/www.riversendcampground.com