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£65K Delivery, Frostbite Bets & Watching a Courier Firm Self-Destruct

First job of the day? Delivering £65K worth of parts to an engineer. I’ve met this guy before. Last time we crossed paths, it was -5°C, and we were both stuck outside a building, slowly freezing away. With nothing better to do, we started placing bets on who’d get frostbite first and how many toes we’d lose. Ever tried engaging small talk with a shattering jaw? Not fun.

Today was much warmer, which was nice. Always good to catch up with people you’ve previously suffered mild hypothermia with.

After that, I ended up just past Norwich.

How Not to Run a Courier Firm

Now, there’s this courier outfit I occasionally sub for. They are, in many ways, an inspiration to me. Not in a motivational way, more in a “let’s never be like them” type of way.

Here’s the thing. Every time I work with them, something gets spectacularly messed up. It’s almost as if that is the sole reason for their existence. To mess shit up!

Every issue I’ve ever raised has apparently been “passed on to management.” And yet, absolutely nothing changes. Instead, they just get a new manager. Then another. Then another. At this point, they go through managers faster than I go through tankfuls of diesel and cheap coffee!

I genuinely have no idea who’s in charge at this point. In fact, I’m fairly convinced that the current “manager” doesn’t even know they’re the manager. Not until they get sacked and replaced, anyway.

And the incompetence is something to behold.

They’ll manage to get the simplest of tasks wrong. Not just small errors, but full-blown, spectacular failures that leave you questioning how they’ve survived this long. They’ll upset their most high-profile clients and I’ll find myself flirting my way back into their good books. At this point, I feel like it’s my own personal act of charity work 😁.

A little goodwill mission to stop them from completely imploding.

I catch myself trying to see things from their perspective, assuming there must be some logic to their decisions. They’ll mess up so hard that I end up gaslighting myself and try seeing things from their angle. I scratch my head, scratch someone else’s head and see if it makes sense? Nope. Tilt my head and look at it all from another angle. Or five. Nope, it’s still a simple thing cocked up once again.

Norfolk Saved the Day

Despite all that, the drive through Norfolk made up for it. The weather was spot-on, and the views? Stunning.

There were fields full of flowers, the kind that make you want to pull over and just take it all in. The type of scenery that makes the job feel a little less like work and a little more like a road trip. Because, technically… it is. The +1 being the consigment.

I haven’t really had the chance to properly explore this part of the country, but today made me realise I need to. Norfolk has this quiet beauty about it. Wide open spaces, rolling fields, little villages dotted around that probably have pubs older than some countries.

So, I’m adding it to the “must revisit” list for later this year. Ideally in summer. Preferably with no deadlines, no clients chasing me, and no frostbite bets involved.

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