I had a night leisurely start this morning, tipping Goole at 9am, having got down there the night before. So I was disappointed (on ringing in empty) to be told “You’re reloading Brid, start heading and I’ll text you the details” - the Goole/Bridlington road (A614) isn’t a good road to be paid mileage on… …“Never mind” I think to myself, “Since the miles are knackered for the day I’ll just sit back and enjoy the countryside”…
It was quite a pleasant day, although somewhat humid - not a problem, I have air-con and climate control. (sorry…totally irrelevant to the story, but it’s the first year I’ve been able to say that, so indulge me… )
About an hour and a half later I arrive on the outskirts of Brid with still no sign of a text, so it’s phone the office time. Now bear in mind, if you will, that our Transport Manager has the telephone manner of a disgruntled rottweiler at the best of times - but she’s extremely good at her job, so we live with it. It’s not personal, you soon get used to it. She’s also very rarely wrong, and she knows it.
The phonecall went something like this:
“I’m on the edge of Brid, can I have an address please?”
“You’ve been to our customer in Brid before.”
“I haven’t”
“You have, several times”
No, I haven’t. Or certainly no more than once, and that was a year ago, within my first few weeks on here
“Oh”
Sounds of stomping across the office and rifling through filing cabinets to dig the offending details out.
Stroppy tone - “You’ve definately been there loads of times, but never mind…Taylor Barnard…”
Ker-ching! The penny drops. That’s the first line of the address of a regular (very regular…I’ve been going there for over 2 years in both this job and my previous one) customer…who is most definately not anywhere near Bridlington.
“[zb]”
What’s the matter?
"I misheard you, I thought you said Brid!!!
To cut a long story short, I should have been in Brigg…the opposite direction completely!!!
I never got there…they’re one of our few punters who refuse if you’re more than half an hour late…I came back empty. NOT a popular bunny.
Thank god I’m on holiday for a fortnight, hopefully she’ll have forgotten by then…else it’s “punishment duties” (low mileage work to all the dodgy long tips) for me for the foreseeable future…
Ps. In between heading back towards Brigg and being told the job was cancelled I had another call from another lass in the office asking what time I’d be in Hereford …my poor heart has never worked so hard!!!