Friday, 3 February 2017

“I Know It’s Not You But…”

“I know it’s not you but…” and 6 little words that instantly get my back up. Mainly because they’re normally followed by a grown man whining like a toddler at me for 10 to 20 minutes about something they’ve already admitted isn’t my fault.

On what planet is already to yell at someone for something they didn’t do? I understand a lot of drivers, driver because they do not have the social skills needed to deal with society. However, I work in transport because I don’t have the patience to deal with society.

My original plans were to go into teaching, however, after a week of work experience I discovered I don’t like kids. And now I basically work with them. I swear last week alone these were actual complaints I hear from grown men…  “His truck goes faster than mine.” “He’s worked less hours.” “I’m not picking that up, I didn’t go it.” ….. From grown ass men. Grown ass men that earn about twice what I do, I might add.

Please don’t get me wrong, I really do enjoy my job for the most part. It’s a unique challenge that you just don’t find with other jobs. I’m regularly required to use the non-logical problem solving areas of my brain that most sane people don’t know are there.  When you find an answer to a problem that makes no sense on paper, but works perfectly that’s my job and it’s wonderful. It’s the whiny bullshit that makes it hard.

I left my last job due to hordes of managers moaning and whining and now I have hordes of drivers doing the same and I’m not sure which is worse at this point. I guess at least I can tell drivers to shut up…. Although when I do that, I then get managers crying at me. So, I guess I can’t really win.

Anyways, you beautiful bastards, I am going to go and get some much-needed sleep after a long week at work, but before I go I have this question for you, what do you like the most and the least about your job? Let me know in the comment box below and as always stay and play safe.


The Honest Bitch

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