Whilst the sun is always a bonus, its no so much fun when you stuck in the bunker for 11 hours a day trying to maintain some kind of sanity and order in the crazy world of logistics.
Imagine the scene a basement in an office block which clearly hasnt been considered for air con and probably never will be. Although our office is a fun place to be and work it can get incredibly hot down there and whilst we do have a fan in the office it just doesnt have the same benefits of air con.
But when I did manage to venture outside to enjoy the weather and take in the sights and sounds of London town, it was enjoyable if not a little hazardous at times. The problem with the sun is that everybody seems to forget that bikes dont make noise, even more so then normal for some reason. I dont know if it is because the world is full of perverts who see a girl or guy where very little clothing and pay more attention to that or if they are just admiring the glorious blue skies and sunshine.
Add to the mixer a bunch of pissed off drivers who have been sat in traffic for god knows how long and you have a recipe for disaster.
Thankfully I managed to survive the week with only a couple of close calls and no injuries (having only just recovered from my most serious crash a week or so ago I wasnt really looking to get involved in another one)
The week was a strange one, to say the least, With Thursday being quite possibly the most stressful day I have had in a long time. It all seemed to just snow ball after about 845 in the morning.
The first thing that went wrong was when one of the drivers was given the wrong food from one of our biggest clients, he was supposed to get some food for a photo shoot but ended up taking the receptionist breakfast and lunch, which seemed to piss her off quite a lot for some strange reason :)
follow that by her saying that this food had to be over the other side of london immediately and me not having any members of staff to do the job meant that the first hour and half banging my head against a brick wall. so an hour an a half later i finally manage to get someone over to Fulham to sort out the mess and get the girl her food back.
I dont know if peoples minds had been fucked with by the crazy weather we were experiencing but no one seemed to want to work. I mean one day we are getting ready for rain and colder weather the next thing we are getting our shorts out again and sweating your preverbials off.
The weekend is supposed to be a time for the old R & R but not when X Factor is on tv. My weekend was spent waiting for tapes to be finished, and trying to enjoy the sunshine the best i could with the prospect of having to go back to work 4 hours later. Saturdays tapes were annoying, After delivering the first lot to SE1 I went up to Finsbury Park to Watch a bit of Beer Ball ( end of season softball tournament that is driven by Alcohol) with Lucy, Holly, Paul and Pat from the wolves, after a couple of hours in the sun I had to go back to work, only to get back to the west end to find that the tapes would not be ready for another hour and a half. Waiting time is always a bonus but when you just want to get home and relax, its not so much fun.
an hour and a half later it was finally ready and I could finally go home, but not before two crazy tourist decided they would try and see who had quicker reactions, me on a bike going about 20 mph or them on foot, (turns out I have but only just)
Then sunday morning arrives and i go back to the west end only to discover again the tapes wont be ready for another hour.
so the weekend turned out to be more profitable then i first imagined but just as equally frustrating.
We seem to have one more day of hot weather then we can go back to Autumn like we are supposed to have this time of year.
I personally cant wait, the trees turn that lovely orange shade, the nights draw in earlier and earlier and the commuter Pelaton reduces as it becomes to cold and wet for the fair weather cyclists to venture out.
Roll on winter when the only cyclist on the road are couriers.
