JISL to ESL:
Then there’s the story about the JISL driver who tried to collect Coca Cola load with a Pepsi Cola painted trailer…
i remember telling the t,o the trailer i was taking to tesco snodland was no good, t.o office said why, ill show you, oh ■■■■ was his words as he walked out the door ,they loaded a trailer with sainsburys plastered all over it.
Few years ago when I worked for Frigoscandia we had a subbie come in,“yeah, full load for Stratford mate” meaning Iceland, Stratford London E15. Next day our customer is on the phone "you’re late for Iceland Stratford, can you find out where the driver is. Get hold of him, “well I’ve been driving round Stratford for a couple of hours and I can’t find the place”
Where he’d gone he had more chance of finding William Shakespeare than the Iceland depot 
ady1:
JISL to ESL:
Then there’s the story about the JISL driver who tried to collect Coca Cola load with a Pepsi Cola painted trailer…i remember telling the t,o the trailer i was taking to tesco snodland was no good, t.o office said why, ill show you, oh [zb] was his words as he walked out the door ,they loaded a trailer with sainsburys plastered all over it.
we had a pick up in London the other week for a sponge bob show (Nickelodeon). One of our drivers ( a good friend of mine) turns up about 40 minutes too early for the get out and decides to manouvere into place, taking about 30 shunts because of it beinga bit tight and all the parents cars and finally gets in, gets the kettle out and gets a knock at the door. He opened his door and was asked quite angrily if he was extracting the urine? He asked why and they just pointed at his trailer. He had only been given the beauty and the beast trailer with Disney plastered all over it. I didn’t laugh much when he was telling me!
JISL to ESL:
Then there’s the story about the JISL driver who tried to collect Coca Cola load with a Pepsi Cola painted trailer…
What is JISL? Are you talking about me perhaps? I did some agency work for Irlams at Normanton and was told to find an empty curtainsider and then go over to Coke at Wakefield to load. Now bear in mind that this was a night shift and the yard was dark - there were only 3 empty trailers in the yard (all next to each other) and 2 of them were VOR’d so I hooked up the remaining one (in the middle of the other 2) and off I went. It was only when I’d got to Wakefield and was in the lay-by pulling the curtains back that another driver pointed out my Pepsi liveried trailer . I was the laughing stock at Irlams and Coke for the rest of the week I was working there. 
When I first moved down South got some agency work with a firm in Dunstable,got to the depot at 6am,fella tells me I’m going to St.Ives,ok says I and I also enquired about " night out " money.
He looked at me as though I’d just landed from the Moon.
I was already to clog it down to St.Ives in Cornwall,when in fact it was St.Ives in Cambridgeshire !
A close call… 
Potter:
I never got Newcastle under Lyme and Newcastle upon Tyne mixed up!! honest!!
All I saw was Newcastle…the phone call wasn’t a very pleasant experience!!
I wasn’t quite so far off: Ashton-under-Lyne and under Newcastle-under-Lyme. Doesn’t even sound the same! Couldn’t find DHL in Ashton-u-Lyne.
I drove for BRS Taskforce for about 5 years. It was Exel’s in-house agency, although we were hired to outside companies quite a bit too.
Anyway, 1 snowy winters afternoon I got a call from the office, “would I do the A.P. night trunk tonight?”
“No problem” said I. “OK great, be in BRS Granton for about 7 ish”, I was told.
I’d done this job many times in the past 4 years, although not for at least 6 months, it was a doddle of a job.
Take an MAN rigid with a drop body, from BRS Granton to BRS Preston, at Little Hoole (behind the Little Chef on the A59). Drop the body, then snooze while you wait for the night trunker from the AP depot. Help him drop my fresh body and pick up the body I’d dropped. Pick up the fresh one and get back to Granton.
Well on this night I got to Granton, no-one there apart from the security bod. He knows me from many previous visits. I get the keys and set off.
I prefer the A701 to the A702, but on this night it decides to blow a blizzard. It was so windy I’m sure I felt the wagon being blown sideways across the road a few times. Anyway, to cut a long story shorter, due to the weather I was going to be a bit later than usual at Little Hoole, so I thought I’d better let the security bod there know I was on my way but running late. The phone rang out but no reply. Eventually I got there, but the BRS sign had disappeared. There was a sign up which I couldn’t read because of the snow plastered on it, but it definitely wasn’t a BRS sign. That was because BRS had sold this depot to someone else in the 6 months since I’d last been there 
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The security bod directed me to Leyland Trucks in Leyland, which was a BRS / Exel depot by now too, about 7 miles away.
There was the night trunker, waiting. He had a good laugh when I explained where I’d been.
They’d changed to Leyland about 5 months previously, but no-one told me because of the time I’d been away from this job. They assumed I knew, because of the length of time since the change. They didn’t need to brief me on the job, because I’d done it often enough to not have to come in 2 hours early for a briefing. OOoops.
It was lucky they had changed it to Leyland, anywhere else and I could have had real problems with time, let alone having no clue as to where else it might be.
On the way back up, the M74 was closed for a while whilst they cleared it of snow. The A701 was closed, as was the A702 and the Forth road, so I had to go up to the A725 and across on the M8. I discovered that my throttle pedal was jammed when I came off for the 725, so limped round the roundabout and called recovery out.
I started that shift at 7 pm and eventually got back to Granton at 1pm , on a suspended tow.
I got paid for every minute of it too 
I’d kept my office informed of each problem, and updated Granton on my poor progress when they started at 7am 
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I recently took some concrete lintels to Travis Perkins in Newport Shropshire and they were rejected because they had been ordered by Travis Perkins at Newport Gwent.
Not my fault this time, I went to the address on my delivery note!
I did this the other day felt like a right ■■■ Im lucky the drop i was supposed to do was only 10 mile away, it could have been a lot worse
i once did a hotshot job in a company van up to dumbarton, usual thing, quick as u can mj, desperate for things, press is down waiting for it, had to ring office as no-one in dumfries had ever heard of the place… 
A particular route I drive has two four letter codes for either end of the route. WMPA or WNHA. I only twigged I was heading for the wrong one when I realised checked the next timing point…
Luckily I caught it in time but since then I have been a bit more careful.
In my trucking days I was texted by my boss to take a particular machine to Yarmouth, as in Great Yarmouth. So I dutifully got up to the depot at 2am to take the 4x4 truck mounted platform (ahem, landrover with a 14m boom so not so much of the truck alas) out there. The beastie was old and slow and struggled past 50mph but got there for 6am and dutifully tried to find the address. No joy. Even asked a couple of posties who didn’t even recognise the postcode. So he rang his boss in the post office and they checked on the computer.
I should have been in Portsmouth. But I had the text, and she did say Yarmouth. So I rang the intended customer and told them there had been a technical hitch. They seemed to thing the machine had broken down. I pointed out I had been sent to the wrong area and the boss had sent me the text for the wrong address. I rang the boss who wasn’t amused I’d woke her up until I explained ‘her’ mistake.
I returned to depot. The silly thing was, I had to refuel twice, and once had to use white diesel as they hadn’t let me take any of the cans off the bigger trucks that had 200 litre tanks anyway… Doubt they made a profit on that job!
I’ve been sent to Newport (Gwent) with the address matching except the postcode which was Newport (Pembs). I actually bothered to ring the customer to get the right details on that one, and should have gone to Pembs but their billing address was similar to the address listed on the paperwork.
I have delivered a freezer to an insurance company in Warwickshire. Upon checking the order I popped into the offices and said I had a delivery of about 12 items for different names but the same address, the insurance company. Seems the wrong address was quoted and they should have been delivered to the customers not them. In my haste to depart I lifted the tail-lift, partially down by my colleague to unload - and cut through the control cable for it. Luckily there was a breaker reset and although it kept popping we were able to mostly stow before returnign to depot.
If in doubt, and you have the facilities it is always worth checking the delivery address matches the postcode and the store details. Although I have also had a company refusing to give me an address to deliver to as it was a security issue. I did remember to take the name and name of his manager and contact details of whoever tells me this…
Was told of a story at the agency where a driver had been given an artic for parcel force on a run upto Manchester , 3 days later the load still hadn’t arrived. The police were informed but nobody knew where he was. Then the guy rings the agency and starts complaining about how many parcels were in the back lol. Turns out he had been multidropping the parcels all the way to Manchester from London. Funnily enough he didn’t get anymore work lol
my first job after getting my licence many moons ago i was shunting around barry docks for PM Rees when the boss shouted across the yard
“do you know the cons club in penarth?” when i told him i didn’t he then shouted to one of the other drivers to pick up an empty flat and drop it next to the cons club in penarth for their carnival float.
about 3 hours later i came back in the yard to find the boss ranting and raving about the driver that still hadn’t arrived in penarth which is about 10 mins from barry so i was told to pick up another trailer and run it over and ask for directions to the cons club.
the driver wasn’t between the yard or penarth so all was not well and this being before mobile phones in trucks nobody could get hold of him but he eventually rang in from the services at the top of the M50 on the M5 to ask if the boss was sure he wanted him to run all the way to penrith empty?
lucky he thought about it there and not further up