Holy jesus!!! Released today apparently, and thanks to Royal Mails' recent troubles we had over a thousand extra parcels in out depot today (Between 28 drivers)... All of which were the new C.O.D game!!!

All I can say, All of these 2.5 million people who pre-ordered it for delivery today, Spare a thought for the poor suckers who had to trail it to your door... I hate the game and I don't even know wheter it's any good or not!

What a fucking day..... Beer and a little sleep I think!

I guess it comes hard, you know, working not striking.

Originally Posted by Johnny Mittens

Spare a thought for the poor suckers who had to trail it to your door...

what, you mean spare a thought for those who have to do what they are employed to do?

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I started late today, at 7am... 12 drops, was done and dusted by 3pm. Bargain.

Originally Posted by Wreckless Rat

I guess it comes hard, you know, working not striking.

I've not been on strike... The Royal Mail have, that's why we got them!

Originally Posted by easy now andy

what, you mean spare a thought for those who have to do what they are employed to do?

10 pages

One hundred and thirty five stops... in a day! That's not parcels... That's individual drops, not to mention collections! over fifty of those were that damn infernal game!

Originally Posted by Johnny Mittens

One hundred and thirty five stops... in a day! That's not parcels... That's individual drops, not to mention collections! over fifty of those were that damn infernal game!

what did you expect when you turned up for work...besides having to work? a tea party and a back rub?

Originally Posted by Pax

Harsh.

perhaps, yes.

I moan my fucking arse off when I try to do a job which involves dropping something to some selfish cunting moron who lives in a house without a number, just a name which he elects to not display anywhere near the cuntry lane the house is on, which itself is two miles long. In the dark. Cunts . Oh also - if you live in a house which is divided into flats - for FUCK'S SAKE label the fucking bell with your flat number, if not your name. Christ .

whooooa. chill. dude.

Originally Posted by Pax

Harsh. He's entitled to moan about his job when circumstance makes it more difficult - why not? I moan my fucking arse off when I try to do a job which involves dropping something to some selfish cunting moron who lives in a house without a number, just a name which he elects to not display anywhere near the cuntry lane the house is on, which itself is two miles long. In the dark. Cunts . Oh also - if you live in a house which is divided into flats - for FUCK'S SAKE label the fucking bell with your flat number, if not your name. Christ .

Worse, when the customer has explained that nothing bigger than a SWB 3.5t van will fit up their winding hillside lane, and my controller decides to send my LWB 7.5ton DAF up there, just for shits and giggles...

Originally Posted by Olly

I started late today, at 7am... 12 drops, was done and dusted by 3pm. Bargain.

I rocked into the yard at 6pm, thinking the loaders would be moaning and pissing at me for being the last one back... Not by a long shot, there were still lads coming in when I left at twenty to seven!

My boss has taken the day off to meet up with his mates (online) and get stuck in...

3 of them are camping outside a shop that'll open at midnight....

Originally Posted by Danny_Two

I pre ordered from play.com, and they sent an email that all MW2 would be sent by courier to avoid the post strike.

= smug.

So don't worry, you won't have to lift mine.

Are you hard of thinking? What do you think Mr Mittens does for a living, you chimp?