Yep, I'm Just A Loser In Barstow

Go ahead and say it. I am not sure what you wanted to say but as far as I have been concerned, I have had it all said to me lately. I have had all of my intentions spelled out for me, even if I had not thought to do them myself at that time. I don't know. All I do know is that if you are married, there is just nothing you can do. You are wrong and it does not matter whether or not you did anything. You will suffer and burn and suffer some more because she thinks you did something. Seems like a great time for me to go out and buy a dog.

As I mentioned earlier, I got my annual anal review from Jim Palmer trucking...27 percent average idle...too much. I got screwed on the bonus and got a cent for my troubles. You know? I have realized that all the little perks that attracted me to this place have been changed. Bonus is less, Pay sucks, Insurance was to be payed by the company after one year of service but now it is not. I think that this last year was a waste of time considering how much they are screwing us. And get this...Curtiss has all but certified for me that JPT is not receiving a fuel surcharge in their settlements and that is why all the benefits are shrinking...can you believe that bullshit? If you are an owner operator, you get a surcharge where Jimmy averages out your surcharge nationwide before you get it. That is another way that driver pay is skimmed around here. Courtney actually said in the same breath that he said that the company was stable and would be around and do well. He is some piece of work that Curtiss/ Courtney what ever his name is. If he wore a skirt and showed up to work, maybe he would qualify to fluff in porn.

I am headed to southern California and of course, I have a preplan. You see, I never get a preplan unless I go where my mother used to live. I haven't seen her in some time but nonetheless, I must rush rush rush when in So-Cal because I might have some quality of life while living in Jim Palmer's piece of shit truck.

I got another message about another computer problem involving our payroll. It was resolved within a few hours but it does seem suspicious as perhaps there was not enough money in the account to cover payroll. It is not likely that the suckers that work here would get any lead time on being axed in that event. They would probably strand us. That is the usual method of business in trucking. If you consider the level of truth being used in this company, I would expect no less. Well Gotta go...Dedication:"

This Is Just To Say

This is just to say, that I am sorry for writing bad things about Jim Palmer and his band of merry cronies. But, it was good for me and it was so easy with as stupid as the crew there can be. And of course, there is the lack of truth that everyone there has to tell. And anyone that has read what I have had to write about Jim and his group of sycophants and losers will know that I did not mean one word of the apology either. Isn't it just funny, how people will apologize for something as a matter of course and something in that apology will betray the sorry feeling and give you the clue that really they are not sorry at all. I am not sorry either.

I was at a place in the greater Chicago area called Lagrou. In a nice neighborhood with a huge park across the street...beautiful. I took a walk and watched as it was getting dark, a couple playing tennis in the lighted court. They were having a great time and I was having a good time watching them. Then the lights went out and you could hear both of them yell out AWWWWWW! And back to the car and off they went. It is funny in this job that we get to see snippets of other peoples lives. That is not to say that if I were at home that I would not be able to see this. What I am saying, is that the life styles are different and the people somehow are different and to tell the truth...I have never watched anyone use the tennis courts in the park at home...

It took me to back in the day when I was in Bahrain. I had a Chief Petty Officer in my division and we were adversaries and not friends. But he was always trying to get me to play golf with him or invite me out on the town. This baffles me to this day as we did not get along professionally and he tried everything in his power to hurt my career while I was stationed with him. Anyway, on that day Drayton Rowe had invited me to play tennis at the courts on the old British Naval Base in Bahrain. It was only 92 degrees or so and excercise sounded good. I had never really played tennis but I was ok at it but I kept launching the balls out of the park on occasion...and there was this kid that kept stealing them and running off. Well, two tubes of balls later and we were on our way back to the ship. I guess someone from there would observe our little slice of life and feel transported in some way too.

I got my annual review a few weeks ago. I have been meaning to bring this up but have forgotten. Got a bonus, but smaller than I was told it would be when I hired on...Everything seems good if I am to look at comments from my mis-manager. Well, he had better say good things about me because he is an incompetent moron. I have just had the lowest mileage year for trucking since I started driving. 124,000 miles and most of the delays were due to either breakdowns or mismanagement. It seems that if a person is to make any money in this industry, that person needs to get to the common areas of trucking income...mileage, pay, and down time. Benefits also are there as well. This company does not measure up and they could do much better. Dedication :(

Called My Son and Collapsed in a Heap

I have a good old fashioned cold...again. I was just lounging about, minding my own business when this pterodactyl shaped virus decided to shit on my face. For the second time in less than 4 weeks. It is not fair. Not one to whine...I am moving on.

I have been running pretty good...not great...but not bad. I am on my way to Chicago for Monday and I am 425 miles or so out...not bad. Getting ready for bed...Not one to whine...I am moving on...dedication;')

Greetings And Its Been A Long Time

It has been nearly a month. I have been busy and it seems that once again when I have time, I have no Internet...The story of my life. I can't even begin to catch up in the traditional way, so I decided that I would infuse this blog with some absolutely disgusting XXX Porno to spice things up. I mean, when you have no material, naked people definitely help.

I was looking at my many notes of observation and trust me that many things that I find interesting even bore me after some time to think about them. Here is an excerpt on my observation of the morning news in Seattle. A place that agitates me to no end anyway. I hate that stupid place and would like to start my three state killing spree there.

Q13 in Seattle, the home of Seattle's Best four dollar coffee and heroin addicts that approach sleeping truckers for monetary enhancement and personal enrichment. The morning crew is perhaps the most handsome group with the largest jawbones I have ever seen. There is also the whitest looking Mexican on Earth and a Chinese reporter named Sabrina Fang. Are you kidding? I thought that people went on the air so that they could change their name to one that they like. Sabrina Fang? Give me a break...

A black reporter named Lowell...this dude is whiter than I am. I feel too black now, gotta go to Arbys and order something totally white trash to feel better about myself. Gonna get me a Camaro and move into a trailer. I'm gonna cut the sleeves off my shirts and chase my wife around with a broken beer bottle. OK, people, I will chase her with an unbroken beer bottle. What are we? Barbarians?

All of these people are the welcoming committee for Seattle where people come to get killed, crash their cars and get rained on all the while getting the shit taxed out of them. Move me in...I want to become a member of the rat race in the middle of the mountains too.

By the way...the white Mexican? Her name is, get this, Maria Arcega Dunn. I used to think that Los Angeles was frigging unbearable with Dr. George Fishbeck who looked like every asshole history teacher that gave me a B- in my life, but he did know the weather...today is going to be hot with cool in the morning...it is Southern Frigging California, how hard could that be...really? Sports guy Eddie Alexander who looked like he just smoked his last Newport and downed his last vodka tonic just minutes before. He did go to jail for fraud however. And the worst was Trisha Toyota...I am not kidding. Cheech and Chong lampooned her ass in Up in Smoke with the reporter that was named something that resembled every Japanese motorcycle manufacturer listed....you know, Suzuki Kawasaki Honda...

The strange thing is that when I went into the Navy, I could not get used to the new faces on the morning news shows in SF or Honolulu and I don't want to get into Yokosuka...that stuff would pop your eyes out if you had not had your coffee yet. I guess there are people that are growing up in Seattle and are used to the stuff on their television news. All I can say, they must be screwed up all to hell. Dedication"/

You Gotta Love It

I checked on my poor abused truck this morning. Waiting for parts and trying to remove the broken studs from the head without destroying the head were on the burner for my mechanic. Pretty nice guy for the most part. Usually, it is a distinct lack of personality and character that I notice most about these wrench turners. You are looked at as a revenue source and as a source of agitation when things go not as planned. I managed to get in some walking this morning and feel better as a result. I have been cooped up in this hotel room and getting out and getting some air is good for the body.

I have been working the remote out as well and if it weren't for the commercials, there would not be 45 minutes of programming in six hours run. I just get annoyed with all the commercials that repeat and repeat. I am not going to buy a swiffer, period.

I went to a restaurant yesterday and I found that Ruby Tuesdays is a rather nice, expensive restaurant. I ordered a triple prime burger and it was nice but not on the level of an In-N-Out burger. The price, $9.49 plus beverage and tip. I wish that there was an In-N-Out here...Well gotta go for now...Dedication:[

Sharonville, There are worse armpits!

Well, my day started with ambition and is slowly ending in a relentless tide of quick sand. I was over at the KW dealership first thing this morning and was told that they would be glad to look at my truck...this afternoon. Well, it was the answer I was not looking for but it will have to do as I do not have a tow truck here with me at this moment.

The frustrating thing here is the fact that first of all, I was supposed to be home by the 5Th of March for a meeting. Bret, who had 3 weeks to react managed to screw that up and not get me home. I ended up being sent to Virginia while asshole boy realigned his three brain cells to allow for thought. If he had only done his job, I would still probably have broke down, but that would have been after I had arrived home in time of my appointment.

My wife is very upset by the situation. She does not function well when I am gone. And I have been gone too long now. I asked Bret what his plan was to get me home and He replied that He did not know but he would try. I told him that this was really hard on my family. He amazingly replied that yes he understood what I am going through. I really think that he has no idea what it is like to have somewhat of a plan and simply have that plan shattered because of a mistake of a "manager" that is simply there for a paycheck. When I get home, Bret is going to ask me when I am coming back...I will reply 2 weeks and if he says one thing about that, I will reply 3 weeks. I am pretty sure that he is planning on me taking only 4 or 5 days off. I am going to screw up that plan and hopefully give some insight to someone who sorely needs it. Dedication"/

Broke Down Again

I was driving along nicely on hwy 9 in Kentucky. I had entered Maysville and stopped at at signal. I tuned my radio to the trucker Open Road Channel 171 and got the green light. I accelerated and then it sounded like 2 of my cylinders went dead and left me with no power. I accelerated anyway as I didn't need to park in the road. I pulled behind a closed store and waited 10 hours for the tow truck to get there. Once there, he drove 15 miles per hour in the festive ice storm over to Sharonville to drop me and my defunct truck at the Kenworth dealer. In the morning, I walked over there and found that everyone on the Saturday shift had taken a Snow Day.

It will be Monday before I hear or see any signs of life at the mighty Kenworth dealer... Dedication:(