As you may know, today is the first day of my second week of driving altogether.
I was sent to Boston, and when I got there mr patronising in the office told me where to go with the wagon. Down a narrow roadway into a ‘yard’. The access road came out on the righthand side of the building and the door was at the far end of the wall in the yard, meaning I had to go forward into the yard before turning left across the face of the building so i didn’t clout the wall. Anyhow, there was a Class2 wagon already backed up (an open door way not a bay as such), so I went in with the paperwork. Mateyboy drove out, and I swung the wagon round as best I couldto have the back of the container towards the door, but because the yard was so cluttered with pallets (about a quarter of the space just gone to pallets) the doors were about 10 foot to the side of the opening and 10 foot or so away.
The forklift driver asked me to back up to the door properly, which I said ok to thinking they’d have a ramp to offer up to the container. As I said the yard was so cluttered up , and because of how I’d had to swing round it was too difficult to reverse, so had to drive forward and to the right, and attempt to straighten the trailer up with the cab so i could reverse back and drivers side not reverse. This meant that the back wheels of the trailer were static and pulled round (screwing round i think its called?), anyway in my mirror I could see 4 employees all stood in the doorway all laughing (which didn’t bother me at all cus I have had it all week and normally people r ok when u explain ur new), but suddenly a bloke runs round the corner, walkietalkie in hand and in a burst of effin and blinding told me not to screw the wagon round. I was a bit shocked by this really, so I just said ‘well please get me someone who can help me out’ which got the response of ‘your ■■■■■■■ nowhere near the ■■■■■■■ doors yet!’ weirdo. anyhow, another moustache of self importance came round the corner and was actually civil and helped me back up while mr apoplyptic went off somewhere. When I had finished Mr Angry turned up again with a digital camera in hand, and looked most dissapointed when I opened the doors to reveal not a single damaged pallet.
It turned out that one of them was going to pumptruck it to the back of the container for the forklift driver, which they cuold have done from where I was origionally, saved 10 minutes and a lot of grief!
Now I am quite a polite person by nature, but just out of interest what would you old hands have said to him? (Mr Angry)
Please dont analyse my driving technique in the yard - i am quite happy with that lol
Oh made one of the Laughing Boys choke though, he told me about 20 minutes into the tip that Mr Angry had joked to him that he hopes I dont see their advert in the local paper for a driver - so I said ‘well mate I am too well paid to really care less’, to which Laughing Boy started choking in disbelief - serves him right lol