So the story goes thus :
Wednesday morning in Birch yard I’m told I’ll be loading at Macaws at Nelson for Netto’s so I enquire as to who will be unloading the trailer.
‘You will’.
‘Oh okay. So how much extra are you paying me then, on top of my normal hourly rate?’
‘Nothing’.
‘Well in that case the stuff won’t be coming off the trailer’.
‘Why’s that then?’
‘Because I’m employed as a class 1 driver, not a warehouseman’.
‘This is how Netto’s work though’.
‘Fair enough, but I’m still not self-tipping. I’ve been banned from there before [actually a lie] so I can’t go anyway’.
‘You’re not banned with us’.
‘True, but if they recognise me then the job will be moofed’.
Anyway, Mark comes on the phone and asks what the problem is so I repeat it all back to him.
‘Well I didn’t know about your history with Netto’s but as I haven’t got anyone else to do this run and it’s due there at 0800 (it’s 0730 now and I’m still at Birch and have to get up to Nelson, get loaded and over to Netto’s yet) I need you to do this one please. Will you do this one for me and now I know about your problem with Netto’s I won’t send you there again?’
Thought was fair enough and he’d come half way to meet me so I agreed.
Got loaded and got over to Netto’s for about 1040. I thought that it was still booked in at 0800 so decided not to stop at Pearl’s beforehand as that would just be taking the , so went straight there. I later learned that it had been rebooked for noon after I’d entered site so could have got my breakfast first rather than waiting until I got out, which was to be a big mistake.
So I book in and am given my ‘drivers’ red vest which was reluctantly donned and sent to bay 52 where I backed on. Went and booked in :
‘Have you driven an electric truck before?’
‘No, sorry. Only diesel ones…’ ‘…Yes I have’.
‘Sign the book then please’.
So I made up some random name and awaited a key to be returned for a truck. Didn’t have to wait long and soon I was on my way. Two minutes later I was back again waiting for another truck as the battery was low on mine and although ran around okay, didn’t have enough juice to lift the pallets.
Off again after five minutes and merrily pulling the pallets off and depositing them in my ‘lane’ in roughish lines.
After I’d taken 8 of them off the warehouse manager comes over to me :
‘They’re no good like that’.
‘Like what?’
‘All over the place’.
‘What is?’
‘Your pallets’.
‘And?’
‘You need to put them in nice neat lines’.
‘Why?’
‘So that we can get our long forks underneath them to be able to pick up 3 pallets at a time’.
‘[pointing at the pallet truck] Be my guest then!’
‘No, you’ve got to do it’.
‘I’ve got to do all’.
‘Just straighten them up about then yeah?’
‘No! You tell the drivers who come here it’s a self-tip and that’s exactly what I’m doing. If you don’t like where I’m putting the pallets then either sort them out yourself, tip the load yourself or shut the up. What you do with the pallets after I’ve taken them out of the trailer is nothing to do with me and I couldn’t give a hoot what you do with them to be perfectly honest as long as you don’t put them back on my trailer. You should be flaming well grateful that I’m even taking them off the trailer for you considering that that is actually YOUR job anyway’.
Anyway, some of the pallets were getting broken - accidentally - as the pop was on euro pallets and of course the pallet truck is designed for Chep’s so you’d think you were in line to lift them up but then suddenly you’d hear the distinct sound of the pallet cracking and the arse falling out of it. This was seen by said warehouse man :
‘All those pallets that you’re breaking will be going back’.
‘Well take them off yourself then if you don’t like it’.
‘No that’s your job’.
‘No, WRONG, it’s YOUR JOB’.
‘Well we’ll just refuse the whole lot’.
‘Do it then, save me taking anymore off. I’ll take them all back, it’s no problem to me pal. And while you’re at it, ban me too and put it in writing so that I don’t have to come back to this hell-hole ever again’.
‘Why can’t you put them in line like the driver at the side of you is doing?’
‘Because he’s a mug, bowing down to you and doing whatever you say - a true company man and it up for the rest of us’.
At that point I’d taken so many pallets off that with the warehouse itself being dark and the trailer curtains being a dark colour I was really struggling to see where the pallet truck forks were going in the trailer. I went to grab the bay light to shine in the back but there was no bulb in it.
‘Is it any wonder the pallets are getting broken when I can’t even see the things. There isn’t even a bulb in the light’.
‘Everyone else manages okay’.
Anyway, after pulling 14 pallets off he went over and lifted up the ramp so that I couldn’t take anymore off and then walked off and disappeared. I ditched the truck, went back to the desk, got my keys and went and sat in the wagon.
Ten minutes he came out and handed me my paperwork :
‘Pull off the bay and leave site please’.
The paperwork said :
14 pallets accepted
18 refused, ref P.Tetley
Due to driver being uncooperative.
Meanwhile, Archbold’s driver and company man Mick ‘I’ve got Archbold’s bed linen and underpants’ (sorry Jim ) came over and asked what was going on so I told him.
He’s the sort that would jump off a bridge if the company asked him to.
I pulled into the lorry parking area, with the rear doors still open, and belled chaos-control and told them. Their response was basically in support of me because I’d done my bit of taking the pallets off and it’s not my job to put them in nice neat lines for them. Maybe I should have brought my tape measure . They said to strap the load up and take it back to Macaws and to make sure I got a receipt for it, so that’s what I did. Trouble was, unknown to me, they’d returned two pallets which were damaged at the bottom and just dumped them in front of each other on the trailer so instead of using 2 straps criss-crossed across the remainder of the load I now had to use 8 straps to strap in these two returned ones, two on either side of them. This took the best part of 45 minutes as the wind was blowing a bit and flapping the curtains like mad.
Returned to the cab to find 12 missed calls from chaos-control and after belling them up they asked if I’d just go back on the bay, do exactly as they asked and get shut of the load. I agreed to go back on the bay and finish tipping but I wasn’t going to make any effort to get them in exact straight lines. This was agreed and so I went back to the desk and presented them with the paperwork again.
‘I understand you want the remainder of this stuff now?’
‘[Looking at the paperwork] No. Take it away’.
But, but, where’s my ban■■?
No ban.
So off I went to the security gate with the trailer sealed up. I was really looking forward to him asking to look in the back as I would have said :
‘Yes no problem. Just make sure the doors are closed properly when you’ve finished’.
But he didn’t. He just took the red vest off me and let me out.
Still no ban.
Of course, by this time it was nearly 1500 and Pearl’s had shut but I was bloody starving. I went up to that one just on the junction with the A1 from South Elmsall if you’re heading northbound. Can’t remember what it’s called but they do a nice breakfast there and are open while 1600 too. If it wasn’t for the price of it £4.50 - it would get a Rob K seal of approval.