In this post I wished, and this week I’ve lived the consequences of that wish and I survived to tell you all about it.
Monday: my day off work, didn’t do anything at all.
Tuesday: My colleague picked me up here just after six o’clock in the morning, and then we drove here and started working at 7 o’clock. We knew before we started that we would have a shorter, easier day than usual because the truck was going to be serviced in the afternoon. But the best thing about this day was that I finally actually got to taste what I’ve always wanted to taste… well at least ever since I read C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books. I’m talking about Turkish Delight. We had a delivery to a restaurant in downtown Kerava, and the owners were foreign, but exactly were they are from I do not know. We delivered the drinks and while we sorted out the business transaction they treated us to some Turkish Delight and told us that Moslems eat this wonderful thing during Ramadan. In all seriousness, Turkish Delight (at least the home made kind, which this was) is one of the best things I’ve ever eaten. I really wish I knew how to make it, because I would if I could.
Wednesday: My second morning all on my own, and this time around I had a huge load. I was very nervous, I was so nervous I got a little scared. I didn’t want to screw anything up and make a fool out of myself. I called my colleague and asked him about the route, because you have to load the truck accordingly. He told me in what order I should deliver the drinks, and so I started loading the truck… all 8,9 tons of it. I only got one pallet in an incorrect order, which my other colleague noticed once he got to work at 9. We didn’t leave Koff until about 11, and we knew from the start this was going to be a long day because we had 15 places to deliver to. None of these places were familiar to me, and only a few of them my co-driver knew. So for the rest of the day until we came back to Koff he read the map and I drove and in between we unloaded the drinks. It was brutal. Eventually stopped working at 20.30 and then we had to head back home, which takes about another hour, and then you have to shower and eat something and sleep for a few hours before you have to get up…
Thursday: 8,8 tons to be delivered to 8 places. All of them unfamiliar. My co-driver read the map and I drove. I had my first “whoopsidaisies“. Out of the 8,8 tons of drinks we had 55 kegs. The keg contains 30 liters of alcoholic beverage, and the keg itself weighs around 5 kilograms so there is a lot of weight involved with these fuckers. You can put six kegs on one pallet, and three pallets on top of eachother at most. One of these keg-pallet towers had fallen over in the truck because I drove over a very bumpy road and because of the side-to-side movement it fell over. But luckily it leaned against another tower of keg-pallets so no damage was done. This was also a brutal day, and one hour longer than the previous day, which means that I was home an hour later, at 23.00 and got 1 hour less sleep.
Friday: I got up at 4.45 after having slept for about 4 or 5 hours. I was pretty happy and didn’t feel tired at all. I got ready, I went to get the truck. At 6.15 I jumped in the truck and drove out to Koff. I knew my boss was coming out to Koff this morning, but I didn’t know when because we hadn’t agreed on a specific time. So I got to Koff at 6.55, five minutes earlier than we normally would start the work day (I drove fast). My boss called me at 7 just as I was about to start filling in one of the lists, he asked me “how’s it goin’?”. I said: “it’s OK, I’m at Koff already”. He said: “Oh my goodness, you’re unbelievable. OK, I will be there shortly.” So I went to get the paperwork from the office and parked the truck at the loading docks and waited… and waited… and waited and then boss came and we loaded the truck together, talked for a bit and then I left to my first super market of the day. Just as I was done at my second supermarket of the day my colleague showed up and we went on to work together for a few hours. I had a short day, only 14 hours in total, including distance traveled between work and home.
I got my “work, eat, sleep”. I’m pretty satisfied, I only wish (See, I did it again. Maybe I should just stop wishing) the sleep part would be a few hours longer. Other than that I’m a pretty happy camper.
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