I’m shattered.
Thankfully I had good plus ones and my prep had been effective. Unfortunately the photos I had been sent to estimate the job were not in any way representative of the extent of it.
Three of us showed up in a Luton to some mardy northerner who was much more interested in moaning about how he expected more vehicles than he was in being helpful. I didn’t let him slow us down and we loaded in a ton of stuff. Old mannequins, bits of duct and cables. It all had to go, no time to properly sort it just hoik it all in. Then the moment of truth as we drove to the tip, but actually barring expense it was totally doable. The tip was lethal. No wonder it’s hi-vis and hard hat, someone almost dropped a ton of doors on my leg. It’s horrible but they are trying to recycle. Pulling out the metal, the wood, the plastics. Chucking it at your head.
I’m glad I’m not greatly involved in the IP as we have had to be ruthless. We tipped another fuckelton, but time was not on our side with the tip closing at 4. Still, we pulled as much as we could out, got things cleared but not all of them. There’s still loads there. I’m looking into getting a truck for a day – ideally a box loader 18 tonner. That and some lads and I can come up in a Luton and we can do shuttle runs and get the rest of it out. Eurocrates full of cables that’ll weigh so much I’m tempted to get someone else to drive the van and come up in my car, take them and put them into the household recycling cable section where they don’t weigh you in and out. Flight cases with god knows what. Sure we can put it back round and we will. We have to. But yeah, once I get greenlit on part two of this plan you’re gonna get a call if you’re a big lad I know. Jack and Jake and I pulled hard today and achieved, softened the mardy northerner. But there’s much to do here still and I’ve started so I’ll finish. Some huge sheets of glass that just… weigh. Big glass is the absolute fucker for weight.
I’m gonna get in the bath now. I almost certainly stink. A few more days like that and all the pies will be a distant memory. They’ll have come through my pores. I’ll get this signed off and I have now learned not to pitch too low if I’ve got no information. But … I needed the work, it has been pretty dry lately and the coffers are looking empty. This work won’t make me rich but it won’t fuck me over either. Glad to be active.
I’ve run a bath. Brian has geranium and CBD bath salts. I thought it best to write this before I get in as I’m not sure how eloquent I’ll be when I get out the other side. This is already the fucked version of me. Sleep is calling. I’ll have to work hard to stay awake in the bath.
AlBarclay 