Waiting for nothing !

I don't have any pictures today, partly because there is very little worth photographing and partly because sometimes, you need words to sum up how you feel.

Being a driver we are used to
Being igored by knuckle draggers that struggle to string syllables together but today has really pushed me over the edge.

I was in a lovely warm bed at 5 am this morning when I dragged myself out of it and climbed into a lorry to deliver 5 plts of plumbing supplies to a major retailer. I arrived in Birmingham at 7 am, well in time for the listed 8.30 am time on the delivery note.

The gatehouse had signs plasterd all over it saying drivers dont leave your vehicles. Stay inside and wait for the forklift driver to direct you.

Well I waited, and waited and waited. I made calls to my office and was told to wait some more.
One brave driver attempted to leave the cab and was rounded on by jobsworths.
Stay in the cab they shouted.

9. 30 I rang the office for the 5 th time and told them that nothing was happening and no one had even approached me.
A few minutes later I was told by my office to pull out and head to my next delivery.

Two and a half hours that was complety wasted and probably cost my company a few hundred pounds by making me late for my next drop and missing a collection. That will probably be the same for every truck waiting with me.

My next drop was a famous printer maker where tankers of ink are worth more than fuel tankers.

I was now faced with a problem.
As big as this company is, it has no forklift available at this particular bay so my previous delivery was in the way of this one. I had to unload the 5 plts with my tailift before I could even get to the printers. More hassle and more wasted time all because of earlier.

After the printers were finally unloaded it was back to the plumbers and surprised to be unloaded straight away.

I had missed my next job so I was sent out to collect all the scraps around Leicester and that meant more morons with my life in their hands.

Boxes of shoes go on easily with a conveyor belt but seem to take an age to come of at the other end with a grunting lacky in the warehouse.

Surprise I didn't get to post this when I wrote it yesterday because I arrived home late after being made to wait for a load to Argos.

Well, i've got plenty of time to post it now while I wait at the aforementioned Argos to be unloaded. Just like the circle of life, the haulage waiting game goes around and around.

Another post from Lorryday.