Harsh

I may have gone a bit far in my criticism of someone at work today. We were running low on produce because the new delivery driver had got stuck down an alley somewhere when his SatNav took him the wrong way and he didn’t have the common sense to realise that ‘Baker’s Alley’ was unlikely to be the main road between the A140 and Norwich City Centre.
Anyway - long story short - he rolled up at 1pm (four hours late) with a cigarette on the go, casually bemoaning the fact that his cab was hot and smelly, and handed me a delivery sheet that looked like it had been soaked in horse pee and then left for three days in a thorny hedge.
I said ‘What the Hell is this?’
He said ‘Delivery sheet. Spilt a bit of coffee on it. And sat on it for most of the journey. But it’s all there. Any chance of a cup of tea?’
I made him help unload everything, and double-check the contents of the truck against the delivery sheet with me, before I even let him go for a piddle.
Later, when I had to e-mail head office about the ‘incidence of tardiness’ I filled in the section about ‘Driver’s Aptitude and Appearance’ by putting “Terry looked like he had just been plucked from the camp fields of Glastonbury after three days of parties and no washing. His writing on the paperwork was unreadable. It looked as if it had been written by a blind alcoholic with arthritis while in the throes of a spasm.”
I don’t like the person this job is turning me into…..

RC 6-7-11