Working in goods receiving because my colleague had to find out how it feels to step off of your motorcycle while it was still running. He was lucky to still have that thing... a heart beat. His bike smashed into him. Now I'm stuck with truckers from all over the (mostly Eastern European) world. They no speak German, so it's hard to direct them into our loading bay. The good ones make it known that they don't understand you. The bad ones just nod when you explain, then do the opposite of what you ask. One of these days, motherfuckers, one of these days.