bullitt:
As for likes and dislikes, agree with the previous posts. You forgot…likes…fit lady customers, fit daughters , finding “marital aids” underneath beds or rolling around inside bedroom drawers (was carrying a large chest of drawers out once and a strange buzzing sound started to come from one of them, much to our amusement and delight and much to the extreme embarrassment of the lady of the house!! ), getting weekended around the Mediterranean coastline, expecting a long hard few days graft (2000+ cube) that turns out to be half that. Being (zb)ed around by customs officials in whatever country you are in / trying to get into (more time out means more money in!)
I was wondering how long it would take for someone to mention “fit” customers But this is a public forum, so I’ll leave it there That story of the ‘marital aid’ (ahem) isn’t as uncommon as some might imagine either, one of the blokes I was working had a habit of finding these things. I’d be driving along somewhere and suddenly there’s this buzzing noise in the cab and I’d look round and …
bullitt:
Dislikes…
Yep, all of them (except I never got over the water). Dommage…
bullitt:
Im sure there is more but overall, despite being hard graft it was a good crack.
And that’s the thing I think that kept me (and probably many others) going - yes there were plenty of ■■■■ jobs but if you had a good team with you it made all the difference and could often be a good laugh. And it’s also where a removals driver made up for all that hard slog. IMO even though removals lorries were nearly always 4-wheelers, you still had to be a decent driver if you were going to put something as big as a 1500+ cu ft wagon into some residential areas with any degree of success.