Call me if you want free chairs and the earlier in the day the better.
In Sittingbourne there’s this place called Jack Crush. It’s sanctioned. I think it’s called Sittingbourne Recycling falalala. Something discoverable. And if you’ve got a van, they will fuck you oh hello how delightful please come in here we go oooooof.
Bang.
I was absolutely dreading another job in the same area having known how much it hurt the last time. They took all my carefully sorted wood as “mixed” last time. “The people who take our wood haven’t taken it so we’re full.” “This has nothing to do with me…?!” So we had to drop our wood as mixed. After all the time we spent sorting it.
Three days we dumped wood as mixed and were charged hard. I really didn’t want to have anything more to do with them after that. The amount of metal they got out of us too… We had time pressure and not much experience, frankly. But they really made hay.
It’s a thing perhaps – they’ve got a great business name so they can take the brand out on their customers. They made loads out of me back then. Loads. We all learn. There are many better options that are harder to find and need more heads. Now I’ve got someone on the team to help find those options.
Siwan is here, thank fuck.
I haven’t got the headspace for moving stuff online within this job so I booked her for partly that reason and partly just cos I trust her and know her skillset. Nevertheless when someone shows up with a trailer and buys seven stillages it feels like witchcraft. I know these things are worth money, but… this is the world: If you have space you have the time…
If I had a warehouse for free, I’d be rich. But … land land land. So I’m moving them on, and I need Siwan as much as I need the lifting sorting thinking boys. I have way too much to think about. She’s handy. She can get into the boxes with the wazzer and then she can help try and find people that want the contents.
I think she’s found buyers for some of the stuff that’s worrying me. But there are some chairs… I figured I’d send them to Jack Crush first thing this morning – trauma bonding – but they rejected them. That way, by rejecting the bulk of the load, they could leave the chairs on the van and charge me their exorbitant minimum for the rest of the load. £111.24. For a toothpick. Fuckers. Never again no matter how far people have to drive.
“Oh no we can’t take them chairs guv they might have flame retardant stuff in them guv way too much we can take that toothpick but that’s the lot guv honest guv but there’s a minimum charge”.
Pigs.
I’m still knackered. I’ll emerge from this tomorrow afternoon. But… until that warehouse is empty I’m balls to the wall.
If you need some chairs or some stillages there’s two vans going back to London tomorrow from Kent near Canterbury. Anywhere along that route.
