Right, well this past week I’ve been out on my own.
Everything gets harder when you don’t have someone watching your back!
I enjoyed it overall, but ■■■■ me I’m exhausted like I’ve never been exhausted before. Mon and Tue I did almost the full 15h as I was just slow at everything. I said to the office on Wed morning that I was cream crackered and they managed to get me back to the yard early so that was a 0600-1630h day and that top-up of sleep was much needed!
My reversing got slightly better as each day passed, I still need a few shunts but I’ve got better at working out when you need to take a small one or a big one, so that’s progress. I ■■■■■■ up last night though, once I got loaded I rang in and the office asked me if I had enough time to tip and make it back to the yard ok… I was really tired by this point and completely forgot to take into account the time it would take me to tip. So I literally looked at the two driving legs of the trip and said “sure thing, I can make it no problem!”. Arse. I got down there, after heavy traffic, and had to queue to tip then I realised I didn’t have the drive time left to make it back to the yard and I was really hanging out by now as it was now pretty much the time in my shoddy planning that I expected to be dropping the trailer in the yard. I struggled to get it on the bay, I just couldn’t make it work in my head. It was like I was trying to reverse jelly I took a break and plodded back to the yard arriving with only 30mins until my 15h.
This was not good.
The yard was rammed with abandoned trailers all over the show, it was dark and I haven’t yet learned which puddles are ok to drive through and which will damage your unit. I was ■■■■■■■ stressing. Tried getting it in one space and couldn’t do it, went to take a lap of the yard and someone had parked a trailer in where there should be a space. I tried backing out, couldn’t do it in the dark with the useless lighting. At one point I was hanging out of the window shining my torch back to try and see. In and out and in and out of the cab, but each time I got back in, it was like reversing jelly again, and I couldn’t make it work. I couldn’t spin it around because I could see it wouldn’t fit and after 15 mins of fannying I was stranded and the dash was screaming at me for straining the clutch. I went looking for help and found a guy finishing his shift. I had to admit defeat at that point or I was going to damage something and I asked him to sort it out for me. I could have cried with relief when he jumped in, backed it out of the gap, spun it round and backed it into the space I’d driven into and got stuck in.
I feel like a right muppet for giving up like that. I just didn’t have any more to give, and especially watching how easily he just backed out, turned and backed right back into place. Bam. Just like that! Then I had to drive an hour and a half home. When I got back in and told my sob story to my parter, they asked what I would have done if nobody had been there to help, and honestly, I was at the point where I would have abandoned the lorry where it was and gone in early doors this morning to sort it out in daylight. Literally the only saving grace was that I didn’t hit anything and when I dropped the trailer, I didn’t ■■■■ that up.
So, all in all, that was a really tough week and I expect next week is going to be very tough too! I need to be smarter with my time keeping and I need to be more careful with how tired I’m getting.