robroy:
I wish that these pricks who think up pseudo H&S rules would at least make up a reason or excuse for them, if only to make themselves look credible.
Pulled into a Travis Perkins site, had not got my arse out of the cab until I got …
‘‘Hi viz driver’’
I said
‘‘Give me a chance mate, to I open my side cupboard to find it’’.
…answer ‘‘Most drivers wear them in cab while driving’’…
my answer
‘‘No mate most dicks who don’t mind looking that way wear them while driving’’
‘‘Can you put a hard hat on please driver’’
to which I looked around and saw absolutely nobody else wearing one, but I just said nothing in case I talked myself out of getting tipped.
Anyway, put some milk in the microwave to sit back with a latte, just got my foot on dash checking my phone out when another young kid says…
‘‘You can’t sit in your cab driver’’
I says ‘‘Why exactly’’ ,
‘‘Health and Safety’’ says the kid,
‘‘Yeh but they are just words, why can’t I’’
‘‘Dunno’’ says the kid.
I just bit my tongue, picked up my coffee and sat in the nearest office, and tbf the guy in there made me welcome enough, but you know what I mean eh? …Ffs.!
But is that not the problem? We, as drivers, are supposed to be quaking in our booties with the fear that we might not get tipped; I am sick to the back teeth with the whole H&S bo##ocks and increasingly find myself refusing ‘to conform’.
I was in a big depot a couple of weeks ago and got told to ‘hand your keys in at the office, drive’. I refused. When they kicked up fuss I asked, politely, for the house keys of the person in the office in exchange. When they asked why I pointed out that they were, effectively, asking me for my house keys and fair exchange, etc. I was allowed to keep my keys!
A couple of common ones:
‘Need a hard-hat, drive’.
‘Why? You’re not wearing one.’
‘H&S mate’
‘Fine. When everyone else here puts on a hard-hat, I’ll put one on. Until then…’
or
‘Need a Hi-Vis drive’
‘Why?’
‘So we can see you, mate.’
‘I’m 6 foot 9, weigh about 21 stones and I’m wearing a white t-shirt. Frankly mate, anyone who can’t f#cking see me needs a white stick!’
Number of times that I’ve not been tipped?
None. Zero. Zilch.
I’ll admit that there’s been a couple of times when I’ve left without getting tipped… the furthest I’ve ever got is about 2 miles before getting called back!
They want the goods and that’s all there is to it.
If we, as drivers, grew a pair and stood up to all the cr@p that gets thrown about under the banner of H&S, it would soon change.