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Our building used to have a dock. About six or seven years ago, it disappeared when the building underwent a huge renovation. There's a sign on the doors that are still there that says that it's not a working dock and to use the front doors for deliveries.
Today I went out to get the recycle bin for work, but my knee decided it wanted to act up and so I sat on the concrete wall to rest for a few minutes. A shredding company truck backs up to the platform that's still there for the dock and starts unloading several wheelie bins. As I'm looking at an app on my iPhone, the following happens:
Driver: Hey, who do I talk to in order to open the dock doors?
Me: Those doors don't work. See the sign? *points to sign in huge letters that would only be hard to miss if he were blind*
Driver: The *bleep*?! Seriously? Whose stupid *bleeping* idea is that?
Me: Uh, the former building management. You can make a delivery through the front doors. *I get up and hobble over to where he can clearly see the front doors*
Driver: Screw this.
He keeps trying the doors that won't open and even tries to open the exit door that can't be opened because it doesn't have a handle. It used to say EXIT ONLY, but a wind storm some months back caused it to hit the railing next to the door and shattered the glass. I was lucky enough to miss that by about a few minutes.
He then gets into his cab and radios someone, all the while gesturing towards me. I can't help but think he's bitching about the fact that I've told him he can't deliver to a dock that's closed and that he must wheel these bins back onto his truck, and then unload them again inside.
The driver then drives off, leaving the bins on the dock. I had looked up the name of the company, and called them as he drove off. The lady who answered was not impressed with the language used, and even less impressed that he'd left company property there.
When I left work today, the bins were still there. I made a note to make sure that we did not take any bids from this company in the future.
Today I went out to get the recycle bin for work, but my knee decided it wanted to act up and so I sat on the concrete wall to rest for a few minutes. A shredding company truck backs up to the platform that's still there for the dock and starts unloading several wheelie bins. As I'm looking at an app on my iPhone, the following happens:
Driver: Hey, who do I talk to in order to open the dock doors?
Me: Those doors don't work. See the sign? *points to sign in huge letters that would only be hard to miss if he were blind*
Driver: The *bleep*?! Seriously? Whose stupid *bleeping* idea is that?
Me: Uh, the former building management. You can make a delivery through the front doors. *I get up and hobble over to where he can clearly see the front doors*
Driver: Screw this.
He keeps trying the doors that won't open and even tries to open the exit door that can't be opened because it doesn't have a handle. It used to say EXIT ONLY, but a wind storm some months back caused it to hit the railing next to the door and shattered the glass. I was lucky enough to miss that by about a few minutes.
He then gets into his cab and radios someone, all the while gesturing towards me. I can't help but think he's bitching about the fact that I've told him he can't deliver to a dock that's closed and that he must wheel these bins back onto his truck, and then unload them again inside.
The driver then drives off, leaving the bins on the dock. I had looked up the name of the company, and called them as he drove off. The lady who answered was not impressed with the language used, and even less impressed that he'd left company property there.
When I left work today, the bins were still there. I made a note to make sure that we did not take any bids from this company in the future.
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