Well, that went as well as could be expected, didn’t it (spoken in best Wallace & Gromit fashion).
Worked nights last night on my regular job. Phone call this morning at 11am from the agency - They have a Class 2 job starting at 4pm. Am I interested? The gods are obviously smiling on me as it is the self-same run I mentioned earlier - a straight run from Daventry down to Asda at Chepstow, tip and return empty. I immediately agreed and then went back to bed for a while.
Drove to the depot (McGregor-Cory at Watford Gap) in plenty of time for the 4pm start - text message on the way to tell me start has been put back to 5. Hey, ho…
Arrive at the depot in plenty of time for a 5pm start, only to be told the truck has not yet arrived. It rolls in around 5.30 and is soon reloaded for my run. I see from the paperwork that I’m booked in at Chepstow for 8pm. I think I’m going to miss that booking…
One of the old hands quickly explains the setup at Chepstow, and they have thoughtfully provided me with a map of the estate there. I ask the incoming driver, who has just returned from that neck of the woods, what the weather is like down there. He paints a dismal picture, with water all over the place and heavy traffic pretty much everywhere. I confess that I’m a novice driver, and he immediately offers to show me over the truck before he goes home (this despite the fact that he’s been at work since 3am!) . He introduces me to a 53 reg 17 tonne Renault curtainsider. Not a very large truck, but noticeably bigger than the tiddly little Iveco I did my training on just a fortnight ago…
He gives me the once over regarding the switches and controls, and shows me the modern digital tacho (Uh-Oh…). Fortunately for me it has s simple 6-speed gearbox. Unfortunately for me, he explains that it has a tendency to jump out of second gear…
He also explains how to “draw the curtains” on the back, where to draw fuel and a load of other stuff that goes straight above my head. I thank him profusely, but he dismisses it, saying that We All Have To Start Somewhere, and observing that I did at least have the sense to admit that I was a raw beginner.
Still, in for a penny… 6pm and I’m off - This is the first lorry I’ve driven since passing my test, and also the first laden truck that I have ever driven. OK, so it’s only carrying 8 pallets of haircare products, but the difference is VERY noticeable.
The run down to Chepstow is uneventful. I stop a couple of times to double-check road and junction numbers, but I pull into Asda’s depot at 10pm. I’m directed to a parking place, then wander over to find the Goods Inwards people, fully expecting to have to wait an hour or two to tip. But no - I am immediately given instructions to back up between two bays for the forklift boys to do their stuff. I reverse in and stop the truck neatly six inches from the wall, but without touching it. Neat.
Now I have to open up the curtains, but I can’t seem to crack the tension in the roller. Nervously, I approach a gaggle of forklift drivers and ask if they would mind giving me a hand/showing me what to do. Naturally there is an element of good natured ■■■■-taking, but again I am impressed by the way they immediately give me the advice and assistance that I needed. I feel somewhat humbled…
Anyways, offloading takes a just a few minutes and then with the paperwork completed I head back towards home. A compulsory break at Michael Wood Services, then it’s full steam ahead (noticing how much more responsive the truck is when unladen).
Back at the depot at 0230, I complete my paperwork and discover that I’d put the tacho chart in upside down! WHAT A NUMPTY!!!
Ah well, better luck next time…