Good afternoon fellow skilled/non-skilled colleagues.
Today has gone a little better. Arrived at work 6am. Back in the XF skyscraper again. Hooked up to the loaded trailer I dropped last night,and set off for Heywood. Found my destination no problem and drove into the yard. Asked the forkie where the ’ proper yard for unloading ’ is. He looked a little puzzled,and explained that this miniscule area of tarmac IS the yard! No spinning round here then. Anyways unloaded one side (load of collapsed plastic storage containers for Jag/Land Rover). Pulled the curtains for the other side and hit a bit of a problem. The curtain was snagged on a piece of broken internal strap jammed in the sliding rail. After much head scratching,the only way was to climb up the stacks,(safe cos I had strapped them),and lie on top. With my freshly grown beard and slightly tanned grid,it must have looked questionable to passers-by on the other side of the mesh fence. If ever there was a scene of a stowaway-this would be perfect especially with the forkie pointing at the snag and me shouting " Get out you b*stard " (to the broken strap).
Unfortunately I pulled a bit hard and punched myself in the face. Luckily forkie was elsewhere. Finally freed said curtain and completed unloading. Asked monsieur fork du lift to banksman me out for the reverse into the main road. All went well until I ran over a pop bottle and it sounded like an explosion.(similar to the one out of my bottom at the time).
Blasted off down motorway number 62 and called off at Clayton M/CR to drop my empty trailer and bobtail back to Warrington.
Spent the next 45 minutes at my depot with the following materials; Yellow paper,a computer,a laminating machine,piece of cardboard,scissors,roll of tape. These materials are essential if you are one of lifes most incredible bellends who,after leaving his trailer number plate yesterday,and having to go back for it,decides today to forget about it completely.
So to summarise- ive managed to look like an illegal immigrant,ive had to fabricate a number plate and ive self harmed.
