Todays conversation, carried out between two people about 15ft apart...
Im working on an industrial pressure washer, head in the gubbins of it. I vaguely hear Alex, our Italian cleaner shout
'Coleen' (colin)
I'm 15ft away and busy. If he wants me that bad, he can come to me.
'Coleen'
'Coleen'
'Coleen'
'Coleen'
'Coleen'
I lift my head out the machine, look back and Alex is stood here with the hosepipe in his hands...
'Blur blah, wah, wuh' (you can barely understand what he says at the best of times, let alone 15 ft away in a noisy environment)
I reply..
'Wha ?'
Blur blah wah wuh' he repeats, pointing at the hose, which has no water coming from it.
'Wha ?'
He points animatedly at the dry hose, another stream of unintelligible words leave his mouth.
'What ?' I ask, hands open in a questioning way.
'Blur blah no wadder, no blah blah'
Oh FFS
'TURN THE BLOODY TAP ON THEN
' (the tap, which is, and always has been, on the other end of the hose)
He's been using it for three years, the tap, hose, nozzle, everything...its never changed. What in Gods name he was thinking I don't know.
Later, I was talking to a supervisor...
'Well if the company are happy to accept dubious Lithuanian fork lift licences, they deserve everything they get. They're probably not even real, probably brought off their mates for £20 so they can get a job'
The levels of damage being inflicted by the new batch of fork lift drivers is scary. We've put right 4 cold stores, repaired walls, racking, doors etc etc to the value of around £10K this last month....and I just got todays racking damage report, with 3 new damaged racking uprights.
Its relentless. Its like they don't give a flying fig (the drivers)...and the management have lost control of it all.