When I decided to drive for a living. I’d been a manager in retail for 18 years, then went into a different line of food. Got made redundant, and decided to have a go at doing what I’d wanted to do since I was about 8.
I did non-food, on vans for a few weeks, but didn’t fit in them, broke my back. They put me on 7.5s, was very similar to food service, but loads more fiddly lines, and no tail lifts, get it to the back of the motor, than deliver it on a sack truck that was so crap, it wasn’t even the one we sold to our customers.
Passed my class 2, did a bit of holiday cover, then shared a truck with a fella (we shared 2 between us) and eventually got my own outright rigid. Enjoyed the job, even when I was in London. Put mega hours and miles in. Then the goalposts started moving. I used to be the first man in Monday morning, but could be finished by 11 or 12 on a Friday, then they started using it as an overgrown 7.5, and I’d be doing stupid drops, where the motor didn’t fit, and bloody lots of them.
I’d already got my class 1, (but I’d done it just because I could, had no real itch, begging me to scratch it)
Then I ended up where I am now. Tramping, weekends, love it to bits. Takes me something like 7 minutes to get there. Work is straightforward, you’re not overstretched. All 110% legal. Good, well maintained kit.
When I look back at my last job, they were an absolute bunch of half-arsed cowboys.
I got my very first brand new truck 2 months ago, and I’ve even taken up tank polishing, my only gripe is the fact that all and sundry drive my motor on my days off.
I can quite confidently say that if I had my own 100% exclusive motor, this would be my dream job. It would take one hell of a pay offer, and my own motor to even contemplate leaving.
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