Christmas
Does anyone else hate Christmas? Or is it just me? Because I'm seriously over it. Especially after the week I've had so far. My parents work in transport (and by extension, I do to, on occasion). Anyways, Monday I decide to go to work with Dad because I never get to see him, and I know he's got a whole truck to unload by hand. Fun. Not. First problem, it's pissing with rain. Second problem, the idiot who loaded dad's truck didn't sort it out properly, hence, things are stacked where they're not supposed to be, which makes our job that much harder since we have to sort through everything to find what we're looking for. Eventually got everything unloaded, and got eventually got home at 11:30pm after doing the linehaul from Dandenong. Long. Fucking. Day.
Then, yesterday, I was attempting a snooze in, because I was pooped from working my other job on the weekend, and dad comes up to my door. Mum needs me at the depot. They've got 5 pallets to fit in the van. Oh joy. We get there, and they've only loaded Phillip Island freight on, and there's 2 1/2 pallets to go in still. Poor mum, she looked like she was gonna cry, she was that upset. And then I spot the Avon. When I find out who the bright spark was who decided that Avon should be delivered Christmas week is, I'm gonna beat them senseless. There's only a few boxes there. Makes me a little happier. So the Shakey car is loaded up as much as she'll allow, and then I'm off. Get to Inverloch and have to stop for a little kip, cause I can barely stay awake behind the wheel. Not exactly safe, I'm sure the people following me were wondering what the fuck was happening, and why I was swerving all over the road. Anyways, finish quite early yesterday, I was impressed, back in Traf watching a DVD by 3pm. Good effort.
Then today...dragged from my bed at 5:15am, reluctantly I might add. Have to help mum load her van, and then get saddled with a carload of Avon. Predictably, there's 1 box here, 1 box there, 1 box here, well you get my drift. I finish my deliveries around 1, after getting lost in Cowes multiple times, and call Dad. Yes, he would love my help, can I drive to San Remo and wait for him there. That's fine, I have a nice nap in the sun while I wait. Jump in the truck and back on the Island we go. Unloading a few pallets. Easy right? Nope. Idiot just threw stuff everywhere in the back of the truck. Found something for Inverloch we don't have paperwork for. Go figure. Finally get back to San Remo around 5-ish, then have to wait for Mum. Got home just after 8, and I swear to God, if I ever see another Avon box (especially if it's tomorrow because I would have been pulled from my the comfort of my bed...) I won't be held responsible for my actions...Now, I'm waiting for dad to call to be picked up, hopefully that happens before 11. I wanna sleep
I think next year, I'll stay away...
/rant (the clean and polite version of my thoughts at least)
Then, yesterday, I was attempting a snooze in, because I was pooped from working my other job on the weekend, and dad comes up to my door. Mum needs me at the depot. They've got 5 pallets to fit in the van. Oh joy. We get there, and they've only loaded Phillip Island freight on, and there's 2 1/2 pallets to go in still. Poor mum, she looked like she was gonna cry, she was that upset. And then I spot the Avon. When I find out who the bright spark was who decided that Avon should be delivered Christmas week is, I'm gonna beat them senseless. There's only a few boxes there. Makes me a little happier. So the Shakey car is loaded up as much as she'll allow, and then I'm off. Get to Inverloch and have to stop for a little kip, cause I can barely stay awake behind the wheel. Not exactly safe, I'm sure the people following me were wondering what the fuck was happening, and why I was swerving all over the road. Anyways, finish quite early yesterday, I was impressed, back in Traf watching a DVD by 3pm. Good effort.
Then today...dragged from my bed at 5:15am, reluctantly I might add. Have to help mum load her van, and then get saddled with a carload of Avon. Predictably, there's 1 box here, 1 box there, 1 box here, well you get my drift. I finish my deliveries around 1, after getting lost in Cowes multiple times, and call Dad. Yes, he would love my help, can I drive to San Remo and wait for him there. That's fine, I have a nice nap in the sun while I wait. Jump in the truck and back on the Island we go. Unloading a few pallets. Easy right? Nope. Idiot just threw stuff everywhere in the back of the truck. Found something for Inverloch we don't have paperwork for. Go figure. Finally get back to San Remo around 5-ish, then have to wait for Mum. Got home just after 8, and I swear to God, if I ever see another Avon box (especially if it's tomorrow because I would have been pulled from my the comfort of my bed...) I won't be held responsible for my actions...Now, I'm waiting for dad to call to be picked up, hopefully that happens before 11. I wanna sleep
I think next year, I'll stay away...
/rant (the clean and polite version of my thoughts at least)