I worked as a forklift driver in a dairyLifting the crates of empty bottles off incoming lorries, five crate-stacks at a time. That wouldn't have been quite so bad if it wasn't for the people working with me (who couldn't drive fork lift trucks) each telling me how I could do my job better their way.
Eventually, when I got told to unload a lorry at 6:30am in the morning, in the dark, in the pi$$ing rain, using a fork lift where someone had broken both headlamps, I just pushed over and entire group of stacks, twenty five full crates in all, each with something like twenty glass bottles in, straight off the van and all over the roadway, and then refused to pick any of the broken glass up.
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Mon 10 Nov 2003, 19:09,
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Eventually, when I got told to unload a lorry at 6:30am in the morning, in the dark, in the pi$$ing rain, using a fork lift where someone had broken both headlamps, I just pushed over and entire group of stacks, twenty five full crates in all, each with something like twenty glass bottles in, straight off the van and all over the roadway, and then refused to pick any of the broken glass up.