Tell me your horrible, interesting or funny work stories. Here are a few of mine.
I used to work for an ice cream delivery company, which everyone assumed would be an amazing job. I hate ice cream though, and the guys I worked with were abysmal shits. They were a small enough company so they only really delivered as far as a few neighbouring counties. Which lead to them hating HB, a rival company with national coverage. Some shops have two fridges so one company uses one, and another uses the other. In most shops though, a fridge is divided into slots, and the slots are then assigned to the individual ice cream distribution companies. This has been a dull paragraph but now my stories will make more sense
I was out with one of the drivers making his deliveries for the day, when we arrived at a big enough shop. We went in and were stocking one of the fridges, this was a shop where companies had separate fridges. The HB fridge was right next to ours and had this big vinyl sticker on it. This sticker was maybe a metre and a half by half a metre at its widest parts. These things were made to never come off once they were placed on something. Martin (the guy I was with) nudged me and walked over to the HB fridge. At least I think he meant to nudge me, but he just elbowed me in the eye. For a good five minutes he was there trying to rip the sticker off the HB fridge, he had gone bright red and was grunting like a donkey that had swallowed a lump of plastic. I just kind of stood there and smiled while people walked by looking at us. Eventually he tore it off and threw it under some shelves.
Another time we were parked outside a shopping centre and Martin told me it was where all the yummy mummies shopped, before handing me an ice cream and winking. I am only 60% sure that I wasn't being groomed
He used to shout "poof" out the window at guys who drove mini coopers
My first delivery stop with him was in a place called Darndale, one of the most dangerous places in the country. Even the Alsatians go around in pairs in Darndale etc. Anyways, I was waiting in the van while he went into the shop to find out how much ice cream they wanted, and have a chin wag with the owner. Before he went in he told me that some junkies might come around messing with the van and all that, of course I reassured him I'd stay in the van and stay safe. He looked confused for a second before looking me dead in the eye and saying, "No Conor you don't understand, no matter what the ice cream comes first"
The dividers in the ice cream fridges were adjustable, so the drivers used to go into a shop and expand the dividers so their sections were three times the size they should be. Purposefully crushing the other companies' ice creams in the process.
Once we were moving a mini freight of ice cream through a shop, and till this day I am convinced he tried to run over two guys from HB with it in one of the aisles
I have more stories about that and my current job, but this post is already rather long
I used to work for an ice cream delivery company, which everyone assumed would be an amazing job. I hate ice cream though, and the guys I worked with were abysmal shits. They were a small enough company so they only really delivered as far as a few neighbouring counties. Which lead to them hating HB, a rival company with national coverage. Some shops have two fridges so one company uses one, and another uses the other. In most shops though, a fridge is divided into slots, and the slots are then assigned to the individual ice cream distribution companies. This has been a dull paragraph but now my stories will make more sense
I was out with one of the drivers making his deliveries for the day, when we arrived at a big enough shop. We went in and were stocking one of the fridges, this was a shop where companies had separate fridges. The HB fridge was right next to ours and had this big vinyl sticker on it. This sticker was maybe a metre and a half by half a metre at its widest parts. These things were made to never come off once they were placed on something. Martin (the guy I was with) nudged me and walked over to the HB fridge. At least I think he meant to nudge me, but he just elbowed me in the eye. For a good five minutes he was there trying to rip the sticker off the HB fridge, he had gone bright red and was grunting like a donkey that had swallowed a lump of plastic. I just kind of stood there and smiled while people walked by looking at us. Eventually he tore it off and threw it under some shelves.
Another time we were parked outside a shopping centre and Martin told me it was where all the yummy mummies shopped, before handing me an ice cream and winking. I am only 60% sure that I wasn't being groomed
He used to shout "poof" out the window at guys who drove mini coopers
My first delivery stop with him was in a place called Darndale, one of the most dangerous places in the country. Even the Alsatians go around in pairs in Darndale etc. Anyways, I was waiting in the van while he went into the shop to find out how much ice cream they wanted, and have a chin wag with the owner. Before he went in he told me that some junkies might come around messing with the van and all that, of course I reassured him I'd stay in the van and stay safe. He looked confused for a second before looking me dead in the eye and saying, "No Conor you don't understand, no matter what the ice cream comes first"
The dividers in the ice cream fridges were adjustable, so the drivers used to go into a shop and expand the dividers so their sections were three times the size they should be. Purposefully crushing the other companies' ice creams in the process.
Once we were moving a mini freight of ice cream through a shop, and till this day I am convinced he tried to run over two guys from HB with it in one of the aisles
I have more stories about that and my current job, but this post is already rather long