Miserable buggers in transport, avoiding?

Do you find there is a band of people you have had the misfortune to work with over the years, who when they spotted you and started making their way across the yard, you just wanted a bottomless hole to open up in the ground you could fall into because you just know it’s going to be a demoralising winge without stopping for breath about how hard done by they are blah blah.

Its invariably doom and gloom, you get more than a proportional handful of these at a place and morale can take a nose dive because their misery is infectious.

If the job is that bad and they can’t stand it why do it, why stay, clear off, what is it about these people, dragon at home making their lives hell or do they simply enjoy being miserable?

And…

Breath.

Juddian:
Do you find there is a band of people you have had the misfortune to work with over the years, who when they spotted you and started making their way across the yard, you just wanted a bottomless hole to open up in the ground you could fall into because you just know it’s going to be a demoralising winge without stopping for breath about how hard done by they are blah blah.

Its invariably doom and gloom, you get more than a proportional handful of these at a place and morale can take a nose dive because their misery is infectious.

If the job is that bad and they can’t stand it why do it, why stay, clear off, what is it about these people, dragon at home making their lives hell or do they simply enjoy being miserable?

Yeah, drivers, office staff and warehouse bods. :laughing:

By default you could argue that those working in transport are averaging 50 years of age.

Done nowt all their life
Not exactly set the world on fire
Had a divorce
Crippled with CSA
Live in a bedsit above a kebab shop
Wear 46” jeans
Drive a Nissan Micra due a cam belt change but can’t afford the £150 to change it
Drink in Weatherspoons on a Friday
Saturday involves a bet in the bookies, then going Spar for some Leccy then the laundry
Monday, rinse and repeat.

Of course these lot are grumpy.
What exactly do they contrubite to society?

chester:
By default you could argue that those working in transport are averaging 50 years of age.

Done nowt all their life
Not exactly set the world on fire
Had a divorce
Crippled with CSA
Live in a bedsit above a kebab shop
Wear 46” jeans
Drive a Nissan Micra due a cam belt change but can’t afford the £150 to change it
Drink in Weatherspoons on a Friday
Saturday involves a bet in the bookies, then going Spar for some Leccy then the laundry
Monday, rinse and repeat.

Of course these lot are grumpy.
What exactly do they contrubite to society?

Wow, your dad’s life doesn’t sound much fun. Still, half-term is nearly over, so next week you’ll be back at your mum’s, clearing up the used scratch cards, emptying the ashtrays, and watching ITV.

Which one of your uncles is staying over this week?

chester:
By default you could argue that those working in transport are averaging 50 years of age.

Done nowt all their life
Not exactly set the world on fire
Had a divorce
Crippled with CSA
Live in a bedsit above a kebab shop
Wear 46” jeans
Drive a Nissan Micra due a cam belt change but can’t afford the £150 to change it
Drink in Weatherspoons on a Friday
Saturday involves a bet in the bookies, then going Spar for some Leccy then the laundry
Monday, rinse and repeat.

Of course these lot are grumpy.
What exactly do they contrubite to society?

What exactly do they contribute to society?.. well apart from,paying tax to UK plc every week spending that money in his local community as he sees fit not a lot I guess…

So why don’t you tell us what you contribute to society that makes you so special to be up on that peddle stall??..

Juddian:
Do you find there is a band of people you have had the misfortune to work with over the years, who when they spotted you and started making their way across the yard, you just wanted a bottomless hole to open up in the ground you could fall into because you just know it’s going to be a demoralising winge without stopping for breath about how hard done by they are blah blah.

Its invariably doom and gloom, you get more than a proportional handful of these at a place and morale can take a nose dive because their misery is infectious.

If the job is that bad and they can’t stand it why do it, why stay, clear off, what is it about these people, dragon at home making their lives hell or do they simply enjoy being miserable?

Think chester might be that person in our virtual yard. :smiling_imp:

I think some people just like to moan.
Some of them could win the lottery and theyd still find something to moan about
They could get a 100% pay rise and the best vehicle in the fleet, complete with all the optional extras, and theyd still complain.
Its just some peoples nature.
I go out of my way to avoid them usually. One of the best tricks I found was if they start complaining about the run or the unit theyve been given, offer to go into the office and change. Never has the moaner taken up the offer and it usually stops them and they wander off to find someone else to spout their woes too

Yeah i do this too, offer to swap. Never gets taken up, also normally ends the conversation too so win win.

…This is why I’ve always liked the jobs that have me out of the office the entire time.

The window of opportunity when I get back, and chuck my keys in - is negligible.
I also make a point, when possible - of using the gents at my last drop, rather than chancing bumping into someone I don’t want to talk to at the home base gents as I chuck my keys in…

You know… Them ones that have their name tattooed on their dicks, and are called “Bartholomew” …

Winseer:
…This is why I’ve always liked the jobs that have me out of the office the entire time.

The window of opportunity when I get back, and chuck my keys in - is negligible.
I also make a point, when possible - of using the gents at my last drop, rather than chancing bumping into someone I don’t want to talk to at the home base gents as I chuck my keys in…

You know… Them ones that have their name tattooed on their dicks, and are called “Bartholomew” …

Me too, go in Monday morning, say as little as possible to the ignorant helmet behind the glass, avoid all but three of the drivers, and hopefully that’s the last I see of them until Friday. I cannot wait to get out of there every week. Ninety-five percent of the bods that work there from the security hut onwards, regardless of ■■■, race, or nationality, are utter arse-holes.

Winseer:
…This is why I’ve always liked the jobs that have me out of the office the entire time.

The window of opportunity when I get back, and chuck my keys in - is negligible.
I also make a point, when possible - of using the gents at my last drop, rather than chancing bumping into someone I don’t want to talk to at the home base gents as I chuck my keys in…

You know… Them ones that have their name tattooed on their dicks, and are called “Bartholomew” …

“Ah, Mr Winseer, we’ve been expecting you - hang your keys up on the board and step this way for a debrief - please join the drivers queue” :smiley: :smiley:

theyll drag you down,moaners. few years ago i had a loud moaner work for me,due to his attitude anyone near him started moaning too. so i told him straight im going to sack you on the spot if you keep on moaning . Once he knew i was watching him he stopped doing it, but then quit a week later

I just change my personal,to what ever I think they want me to be.
That way…I get along with everybody.

The-Snowman:
I think some people just like to moan.
Some of them could win the lottery and theyd still find something to moan about
They could get a 100% pay rise and the best vehicle in the fleet, complete with all the optional extras, and theyd still complain.
Its just some peoples nature.
I go out of my way to avoid them usually. One of the best tricks I found was if they start complaining about the run or the unit theyve been given, offer to go into the office and change. Never has the moaner taken up the offer and it usually stops them and they wander off to find someone else to spout their woes too

Yep. We’ve got one such at our place; been there forty years and I honestly don’t think he’s ever had a good day.

I think he’d moan about having nothing to moan about.

There’s also a committe at my place. They come in hours early just to sit around and drink coffee and just moan about the job. I joke with my mate about what they have to moan about on such a frequent basis “did a crap drop yesterday” and so on.

I wonder if there is a type of driver who attracts these people. I was in transport for 50 years or so and can honestly say that I never met one. There were a few people I didn’t get on with, but that was usually mutual so we just avoided each other.

It’s the same with deliveries; I have heard drivers saying what a miserable load of miserable gits they met, but when I do the same run the MGs were obviously on their day off. When I worked on the agency, there were a couple of places I refused to go to on the grounds that they treated drivers like ■■■, but that’s about the extent of it.

I did come across some ex SAS and Herald bores, but I always took a book into waiting rooms and just blanked them out.

Santa:
I wonder if there is a type of driver who attracts these people. I was in transport for 50 years or so and can honestly say that I never met one. There were a few people I didn’t get on with, but that was usually mutual so we just avoided each other.

It’s the same with deliveries; I have heard drivers saying what a miserable load of miserable gits they met, but when I do the same run the MGs were obviously on their day off. When I worked on the agency, there were a couple of places I refused to go to on the grounds that they treated drivers like ■■■, but that’s about the extent of it.

I did come across some ex SAS and Herald bores, but I always took a book into waiting rooms and just blanked them out.

I wonder about that too. Maybe it’s me, I can tell you from painful experience as a child, that my mum couldn’t get on a bloody bus without a nutter approaching her. Thing is, she would entertain them!

I fail to see why people would want to talk to me, I’m a miserable-looking, 6’3” ■■■■ with a shaved head. For some unknown reason, I’ve nicked loads of birds way out of my league, in my time. As a “witty” reposte to my wife the other day, I said “yeah, cos I’m just so cool, eh?”

The look on her face was disturbing.

After I’d cut the restraints off the chair, a few hours later, she finally admitted that I was in fact, cool.

I can’t end this with the punchline I want to, due to virtue-signalling Bertie Smalls types, who have all the sense of humour of Idi Amin.

Ah well.

I must have a kind face or look like I give a ■■■■ or summat cos I’m a proper ■■■■ magnet. Every moaning ■■■■■■■ in every yard I’ve ever worked seem to make a beeline to me for the express purpose of telling me exactly how ■■■■ it is to work for (insert whichever company it is).

For the record…I’m not kind, nor do I give a ■■■■. :smiley:

hmm, attracting the type?
Yeah that probably is part of the problem, didn’t Jasper Carrot do a routine about the nutter on the bus who would inevitably sit next to you and then proceed to tell you he’s got a hand grenade?

And yes, they can drag you down, because when they finally sod off you can feel quite down in the dumps for a while, and won’t do general yard morale much good.
One particular bod, its been fifteen years at least since i’ve had the misfortune, you could sense the black cloud of doom approaching before he loomed into view.