The Build Up
Posted by: rush
With only 4 weeks and 2 days left until Christmas there seems to be a lot more workers and shoppers gathering in Oxford Street. The weather has changed naturally (cold but not freezing) and there is, I must say, a festive cheer in the air. The Christmas lights are exactly the same as last year, I was hoping for a bit more bling. It goes to show the state of the economy and how slowly but surely companies are spending less. There are some things in life that you can cut down on but not all. People still expect the best possible customer service, taxis to be running around the clock and if I may add competent couriers. We have recruited a few new drivers and riders, some of who are learning the rigorous routes of the London roads. More and more people today want to become couriers some simply just to earn a little more cash (or as I have seen on many occasions) just to get back into work after loosing their jobs or just for the sheer love of it. As Xmas draws near I am noticing how busy we are getting and how much the belt has been tightened within the office. Communication is key and neither Rob (the big gun) nor Leon (the big gun) is having any slackers. As I take a look behind me I realise that what I am saying can’t be far from the truth. “Old Slackers Face The Boot” is the words that sit quite contently on a board for all and sunder to see. Slack? Me? Never? lol. Off the record slightly, this office could do with a Fiony’s make over and by the way if you don’t understand- this means Fiona and Tony’s glamorous crimbo touch! A black tree or white tree? Big bobbles or small ones? Defiantly tinsel and some lights would be great too. That’s my Xmas bonus spent then! Remind me why I like my job again, oh yeah the drivers and riders crack me up each and every day, never a dull moment here I tell you. Lunchtime now and thank God I don’t have to queue up in Sainsbury’s. Really the queue there is ridiculous! It almost like feels as though you’re queuing up to go into Fabric or the Red Back pub on Acton High Street (not that I have been to either).
15.17pm and we are relatively busy today; there goes Sean leaving the door open again. I’m not born in a barn and he has the cheek to ask me why he’s name is not put in a different context on this blog. He’s forgiven rather quickly as I begin to suddenly feel the warmth coming back to me. All the internationals delivered? Check..All POD’s on each docket? Check..Rush Xmas list finished? eer no, Blog? Kinda. Rush Courier stickers needed, were running low, oh and a cuppa tea would be nice just right about now. Sean? (she bellows) ..nothing..lol