A Quest Completed
Early this morning, before first light, I trudged along the route to the test centre. It's located in small industrial estate (the map pointed at an alleyway a hundred yards further on) and as I turned the corner I spotted one of my trainee colleagues leaning against the wall, as the premises weren't open just yet.
As I got closer, I noticed he wasn't moving. Curious... Hello mate? How are you this morning?... No answer. He just leaned there immobile, well and truly asleep. Poor lad. I let him gather a few winks in peace. Like me he would soon be subjected to long waits and short bursts of frenetic forklifting.
The Results Of Frenetic Forklifting
Yeh verily I have journeyed far to complete my quest. For twenty years I have struggled in the wilderness, but at last, the mythical and legendary forklift license is mine. Apart some dumb mistakes as the test began, I conducted the entire test routine in a respectable nineteen minutes out of the thirty or so allowed, and scored eleven demerits, an above-average result for a novice forklifter. I'm quite chuffed. All that bearing in mind I haven't driven a forklift truck before and indeed, haven't driven any vehicle at all for nearly three years.
Ah well. Back to the daily grind. Let's see what jobs are on offer this week...
At Last!
Not only have this day seen me rise to the ranks of forklifthood, but the new heaters turned up. Warm air! Oodles of lovely soothing hotness!
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