fuckin' 'ell!!!! and i thought i was having a bad day anyway

and, put it like some of youhave put it, i can take that i'm over reacting just a little
no i'm not the little hitler boss that some of you are making me out to be, but it really is one of those things that really narks me about this one particular driver
if there is any sort of problem, his name is normally involved in it somewhere along the line

every work place has someone like him i suppose, the guy who will moan about everything (he's not the only one, there were 4 of them this morning with the complaints ranging from "my vans not clean i'm not employed to clean vans" to "he's nicked my van because it's clean" to "i'm not filling out my time sheet beauase i don't get any overtime anyway" to the guy who's job it is to complain about anything ebacuse "its not done right but i'm not going to say anything because it's not my job to make sure the orders are correct but i'll walk about moaning under my breath anyway just so you can all see that i'm pissed off and want to act like an old woman who is going to tell you what the problem is even thoguht she's said she's not going to speak another word because it gets her blood pressure up etc etc" this guy goes on about it the whole time he's in the office)
they are allocated vans, if they fuck them up then they suffer the shit box replacements from the hire companies with no built in satnavs so they have to use maps and go out into the wilderness and all that, and if they get a van thats dirty then they need to find out who's had the van before hand and get THEM to clean it out, not clean it out and then bitch and moan about it after they've come back and come out with "i've used thia that and the other to clean this van, wheres my money?" fuck that shit, i'm not sat here to pay you money, if you want to clean the van for someone else then thats your tough shit
i've got to deal with the likes of my bosses who tell me what i am supposed to be doing (like i don't already know) like going to an office in harley street, pick up 12 boxes of assorted shit with no help and your dodgy back and shoulder and then go and deliver it at another office and climb 2 flights of stairs withno one to hold the doors open for you PLUS doing all the driver stuff like all the office crap that comes with an office job

didn't realise i'd turned this into a rant back to the driver in question, he provided me with 2 other bottles (not the same ones i hasten to add as these aren;t multipack bottles but he did explain his reasons even though i didn't ask him*) so the status quo has returned to the office

on the other hand, i did make sure i used my reserve bottle while these ones go into the wash when i get home in about 20 minutes

besides, there was another cunt in the office when he came back so i didn't want to give him an excuse to sit there and be nosey

*his reasons were compleing enough that i lent him a fiver, see, i'm not a monster after all