This afternoon I was delivering to a client that has recently moved. Bastards have moved from a civilized office to a fairly new Broadgate Estates buliding in the City. We all know what that means. Loading bay / sign in / security monkey with swipe card / slow goods lift to upper floor / walk back through the building to the client's reception.... which is right opposite the lifts that are just inside the front door.
Anyhow, I'm waiting for the goods lift. Just for a change it's being used for goods. (No? Really? Does that happen? - Ed.)In this case, building materials that are going down to a sub basement. There are a lot of them. Gestapo-style Broadgate bozo in a blazer turns up as the lift finally comes back up. He loudly bollocks the security monkey: "Why is a courier using the goods lift? Goods lifts are only to be used for goods!" The monkey meekly mumbles something about it being the regulation. "It is not the regulation! Couriers are not allowed to use the goods lift!" Unfortunately I've got four jobs on and the controller has cut a Spitafields deadline very tight. I have another Broadgate Estates dungeon to deliver to, preferably before the E1. I can't hang about, but I do remark to the blazer as I get into the lift that it's policy at all Broadgate Estates buildings for couriers to use dungeons and goods lifts and it's an annoying, stupid and timewasting rule.
The blazered Gestapo officer and the loading bay monkey had disappeared when I came back down. Wouldn't it be great if Broadgate dropped their crap rule? (It would be greater if the agencies we pay 50% of our money to did the fucking job we're paying them to do and pointed out to clients that we can't offer them a decent service while we're being fucked about by security monkeys... but that ain't gonna happen.)
For me it is the circus which happens at Ropemaker St. Completely loooool security which takes them 5 mins to print a pass. Drop luggage for inspection, wait 10 mins for the goods lift. Then dumb post-room refuse to sign waiting time.
Dazzler. The archetype brainwashed Blairite. Just look at the label and make the call on that. Appearance is everything; substance is nothing. Wearing a £3 T-shirt made by slave labour in an Asian factory? You cheapo wanker! Wearing a £50 T-shirt made by slave labour in the Asian factory next door... but with the logo of an Italian with a "Brighton accent" on it? Coo-oool man!