So I bring the floods back the the uk again, weather has been unreal here! People behave so irrationally in these conditions.
I get to my first delivery point to be greated by Hell Boy! Typical security guard that thinks he's a Police Officer. All I want when I get to these new depots is a short explanation of what I'm expected to do ie site rules and where to go but obviously hell boy likes to keep people guessing! So little communication even when asked questions.
After tipping there I head to Shropshire with instructions of a route I must take as residents aren't happy. This place was in the middle of no where.
After a short while I gained an incredible head ache which made me vomit. As I swilled off my boots with the last remaining drinking water I thought 'why am I doing this again?'. Eventually I got into bed after 18hrs of dicking around. Is this what my career has come to? Working like a dog for less money than I was on when I was 18. Just doesnt seem right! I'm away from my family and friends, my fiancée and son! I don't know how long I can do this for!
I can pinpoint exactly were things started going wrong for me......