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ENDED UP ON THE STREET BECAUSE OF EVRI Alright, my name's Jack. No messing about today. Just need to get this off my chest, because the last few months have been an absolute nightmare. Quick one about me: just a regular bloke, works for Evri. Yeah, that same company where parcels get "left with a neighbour over the fence". But I'm not a manager – I'm the actual driver hauling all those parcels around. Got a wife, she's on maternity leave with our little one. The whole budget is my wage. And the wage, honestly, is a joke. I graft from morning till night. Get to the depot at 7am – and that's when the circus starts. The loading is mental. They're always saying: "You've got to get everything delivered by the evening." How exactly? If the shift officially ends at 7, you're still crawling round houses until 9pm. And the wage doesn't go up. But the fines? Oh yeah. One parcel goes to the wrong spot, a customer says they never got it (even though you left it in a safe place) – straight fine. Late by an hour – fine. By the end of the month, you're in the red. Genuinely. I work like a horse, and I still can't save a penny. Not for the cinema, not for decent food. We live month to month. But the real joke happened last month. I roll up after the weekend, feeling pretty fired up. Walk in, and there… mate, complete carnage. They loaded me up with so many parcels they were falling out the back. Told me: "You've got to deliver everything today, none of this 'I can't make it' rubbish." I sat in that van soaked in sweat, no dinner, didn't even have time to grab water. Dragged those boxes around like an idiot right to the end. Finished at half nine. Thought to myself, right, finally I'll get a proper wage, maybe save something for the wife's present. Yeah, dream on. End of the month rolls round and they hit me with: "You were behind schedule, we've recorded multiple late deliveries." And just like that, they slashed my wage. Paid me half. Half, Karl! I was absolutely gobsmacked. Stan
