Well Im not sure how many people would be intrested in this, but im going to rabbit on anyway about the first 3 days in my new job.
MONDAY
I arrived at the depot bright and early, about 30 minutes before my book on time to allow for any problems and getting into the depot without my security pass etc etc to be greeted by a resplended line of Scanias all with marker lights on in the darkness a very nice sight to see.
Picked up my keys, did my vehicle checks, fueled up and set off on the open road in an 18t Scania curtain sider. As I am a newbie im being puppy walked for the first two weeks which I have no problem with as I welcome the “on the job” advice and knowledge from another driver.
It was the first time I had driven a 4 over 4 gear box and after a few crunched gears and sweary words I settled into the swing of things and set off down the M40.
On arrival at our destination I was asked to open the side curtians and promptly realised that i had absoloutly no idea how! Ok, I could work out the basic principal, but just not quite enough to master it, and to be fair, id still be nervous about doing on my own now, perhaps it just that its not been looked after very well he says trying to cover his embarrassment. It made me realise pretty starkly that despite a test pass, the learning has only just begun, tail lifts, cruise control, buttons on buttons all has to be learned. The day went fairly well without any real incident. Made a few extra shunts in reversing that perhaps with experience I wouldnt have.
Late that night I had a phone call asking me to come in early the next morning - a ball hair over my 9hs rest. I hadnt been to bed yet i duly went and willed myself to sleep
TUESDAY
0430hrs and barely awake. Off to London in a tri axle, 26t Scanny delivering paper. heavy heavy heavy, fun fun fun. It was trundling down the M40 that it hit me… I sat with the radio on just beaminmg like a cheshire cat, I had gotten over the initial nerves and worrys and settled in to enjoy doing what ive wanted to do for so long.
Untill my arrival in London… In order not to contravine a no right turn order I turned left to go round the block and approach from another angle. However I didnt see a 7.5t weight restriction untill I was committed to the turn and into the road… All the roads off that appeard open on my map had been closed off and directly ahead of me was a width restriction… i was effectivly TRAPPED!!! If I flapped any more I was going to take off. Which wouldnt have been a bad thing, I was barely passing between rows of parked cars, had to complete about an 8 point turn and fight my way back out. NOT fun!!!
It has made me seriously think about buying a truckers map/sat nav incase i get into a situation like that again. If any one has any thougts on this I would be intrested to hear them. I recovered eventually and put it down to experience, tried to calm down, remain professional and deal with the ■■■■ up safely.
Then we had incredible trouble trying to find one of our drops. up and down the same roads, asking directions, backwards and forwards, narrow little roads, narrow lanes, CYCLISTS!!!, stupid car drivers, stress stress stress.
On the way back, I was begining to run out of hours, and had to take a second 45min to give the extra hour to make it back to the depot and realised then that i had no idea how drivers keep track of this on a daily/weekly basis. Reduced rest, increased driving time. Its a mine field!!! Ive decided to buy a little diary and jot little notes down, anyone think this is a good idea?
That night I got home and collapsed on the sofa, totally and utterly exhausted
The problem is… i love it and dont wanna do anything else!