I Don't Like People

      After sending my complaint through DPDs Facebook page. I have received an unexpected "Apology box", through the post.      The Note reads as follows: 'Hi Andrew. I'm Sorry to hear about your recent experience with DPD. Here's something sweet for you to enjoy. I really hope you can give us another chance and we won't let you down. Simon.' Thanks Simon at DPD. I appreciate the gesture. I'll try to not choke on it.

                     Shitty Postal Service and Shitty Neighbours.        This pretty much says alot about people and the reason for the title of my blog and what I truly feel is 'I Don't Like People!'        This happen on the 15th May.    So I had bought some safety trainer boots online to hopefully help my feet at work. The boots I currently wear, hurt my feet alot and being on them all night, working, doesn't improve matters. So I decided to try something new and hopefully, more comfortable while I work.       I get an email from the sellers saying they would be delivered at a certain time and then another email, changing that time for another slot a little later.  Which was fine as I wasn't going anywhere. They would be delivered by a company called DPD. Anybody who knows would know they are not the best delivery service.      So the time came for the delivery and then it went past the time. I had been checking online to track my parcel, during the day, to

February 2018        So I was finally home from the hospital. It was time to start healing. The doctor had given me a two week sick note. Some powdered stuff to help with going to the toilet. Some antibiotics and I had to buy the painkillers, which I didn't mind as they were cheap. I also spent a lot of money on the man nappies.        Resting at home was okay, I was stretch out on the recliner. Making sure my anus wasn't positioned on the sofa. The worst bit about it. Wasn't going to the toilet, as the blood flow helped with the pain of pooping. It was the numbness. I don't know how much they injected me with but the numbness was horrible. Touching my bum was like pressing on sandpaper under my skin. I think it took about three days to finally die away. So I could wipe properly.        The end of the first week, was when I had to do the monthly shop. The wife couldn't come this time. I think she was at work. So I went, as I normally would do, with the father in

May 2018      6th. Having fun at work. The night shift. A bank holiday, which means double bubble premium rate.      Unloading a trailer that came in. It was loaded badly as the first few cages that came off, the contents flew out of all over the floor. The load was reported to the manager on duty in my area.     After constantly going up and down to pick up and items and restacking them in to the cage, my left side from the hip down caved in on itself and I collapsed, grabbing hold on to a nearby cage before going all the way down. I thought I was okay, so I continued to move the cages to their destination. As I drove round I told a colleague what just happened. As I parked up in a lane I observed the colleague I told, I believe, what I had told him to a manager. I stopped in a lane drop off point and didn't feel so good. The manager came over and asked if I was okay and I really didn't. I felt woozy and my head wasn't at all clear. The manager convinced me to get a Fir