Packed in despatching, that is. When I slid my Bandit down the road I needed money to pay for it so went on the vans. This is when it went awry. I found the whole van thing frustrating beyond anything I've experienced before and as a result, moaned more than ever, I had a van nicked in in the first week I was doing it, I've been given no less than three bollockings for swearing at the customers (which I deny, I may have sworn in their company but whatever, it's not on and was never meant in malice). Then today happened. I parked up, made my delivery and when I got back there was a big hole in the front of my van where where nearside front used to be. According to witnesses a lorry revered into it and drove off. What with the frustration, the astronomical fuel costs, congestion charge etc I was thinking about giving it up. Then when I got that bollocking and someone kindly removed the use of another van, that was it. So I'm now officially one of the great unwashed and out of work. I think I'm at that stage in my life when I'm wondering if there's got to be more to life than this but frankly, I haven't got the first rational clue.
