There are different sides to the industry, there is good money for reasonable if unsocial hours, there is day and night work, there are specialist sectors within the industry where you won’t have to ever visit an RDC (my idea of hell) and where the people you meet don’t have scuffed knuckles from where they’ve dragging them along the floor.
In larger companies you won’t get away from management of umpteen levels of incompetence (with the odd good one propping the whole bloody fort up dotted about), other workers who can be some of the best people around or the biggest arse holes going, but that goes for every single industry and organisation in the country.
Vehicles wrongly specified and left by unprincipled unhygenic idiots in a filthy damaged and neglected condition by steering wheel operatives is the unfortunate downside of shift type day working, you won’t get a decent lorry if you do and you look after it they will do their best to bent it scrape it and make it look like the rest, the problem being that these types now form an increasing number of the licence holders out there and the companies are eager to employ yet more of them, why?, don’t bloody ask me.
There is another way, it involves a few weeks or months of misery though whilst you adjust your set.
That is, you don’t fight them any more, you allow them to beat the pride you might have once had in the job out of you, you don’t care too bloody hoots if the engine goes bang, the lorry’s filthy so what, you couldn’t give a tuppeny fig if there’s a delay and the load is late or damaged or rejected or whatever…and the reason you do this is because thats how it is now, no one at the top of these companies cares, they bugger off home at 4pm on a Friday and they will not be available until 9am monday.
Its us, people like us who’ve been carrying on doing our best year in year out, taking a pride, trying to make the best out of it, and its time we bloody stopped, stop being efficient, stop thinking they don’t want you to think.
My mate has it sussed, but he’s been like this for years, he really doesn’t give a toss, he goes to work does what he has to and buggers off home and if the bloody place went up in flames he’d laugh his knob off.
Find yourself a supermarket type job or similar Beaver, become a robot, just go to work go though the motions no matter how petty and stupid they might be, tick all their bloody boxes and bugger off home at the end of your shift with a happy heart.
It what they have made transport, its what they wanted, well they’ve bloody got it and i hope they enjoy it, i’ll join my mate in not giving a toss.
Try it mate, it’s quite liberating once you get used to it.
Alternatively try the car transporters.
I will buy you a pint anytime mate…because by the time you have patted yourself down for the sixth time and exclaimed " I’m sure I brought my wallet out with me ", I have already got you one anyway.