It has been a damn long time

I just don't know where the time goes. I guess my big excuse is that with this blog and it representing the general thrust of my angst towards the screwballs at Jim Palmer Trucking; I found it hard to continue writing when the source of the agitation disappeared.

I am looked at as somewhat of a visionary with the lucky guess that I had when I left JPT. They just happened to declare bankruptcy the next week. People think that I may have opinions on other subjects. I will not disappoint you, it is true but I have the feeling that it is better not to know too much when people ask. As if you had the knowledge but choose not to share it. At any rate, I really have no bitching to engage in. The company I work for now is much better than JPT and their merry band of liars. I work a regional route and life is just a bit boring. Not much to say...

The Break During The Week

I get one run at the beginning of the week and one run towards the end of the week. That means that I end up back at the Fargo yard with either the choice of going home and playing rat race in order to get back or I can relax here and get some sleep. My choice today was sleep and the idea of rest. Today however, there is a non-stop talking asshole here. He has his hands on the remote and is talking. I finally told him that he was assuming an awful lot, thinking I could give a shit less about his endless blabber blab blab. I think it is sinking in, but, I could be wrong. I think I need to get back out to my truck and read a book. Dedication...

In Iowa and Suffering

Not really suffering, but getting some needed work done on my truck. I get to stay in the hotel and relax while the mechanic does some work on my wind shield wiper washer motor. I also needed a lube and there was a slow leak on a drive tire. There was also the nagging thing with the Sbar heater not wanting to work when I actually need it, but I am just splitting hairs here.

I have been just getting into a routine. A rut would be more like it. I run the same routes every day and sometimes, I see the same drivers on the highway. I do remember when I was over the road and never sure of where I would be headed or even how long I would be out on the road and that used to bug me because I kept thinking about just how nice it would be to run the road every day and get well known at the truck stops and for once, I would know where I was going. Now, I know that was a long sentence and I don't care because it was true then and it is true now. There is no "happy"...you will complain about your situation no matter where you work or what you do. That is good to know going into work every day. Maybe it might keep you at your current job and maybe, you might still have your job at the end of this nightmare in the finance sector. Well, I must pack up and go back to the terminal and hopefully, I will get to go a different direction and they will not tell me when to deliver. Perhaps they will just say guess...Dedication:p

Falling Bridges

The foot bridge fell down in Lisbon today. There were some workers on break and they, all six of them, decided to look over the river while on break. The bridge failed on one end and several of the men were severely injured. Hopefully not life threatening. I will pray for them. Dedication:}

There Is Nothing Left To Say

I have nothing left to say which is code for I have nothing to say about work. I do not work for a bunch of losers that are declaring bankruptcy. As a happy frigging result, I have not got much fodder to talk about.

I guess that is in some way good. There have been problems while I have been here but we are working on them as I am writing this and see no need to address that aspect. I will need to talk about other things or perhaps write some fiction. we will see really soon. Dedication :'

Here I Sit In Hotel Foxtrot

Here I am, having endured the embarrassment of having the wrong card read to me and assuming that there would be work to do this morning. I will instead be getting my load at 3 pm. I will be delivering to the twin cities probably in the morning...Friday.

It is times like this that I think that I made a grand mistake by coming here. I had the holiday that the dispatchers monster mashed all over in the name of getting another guy home to Indianapolis. I was willing to help. It cut my weekend in half with my wife staying in the RV without the air conditioner I was supposed to install left undone. I did get it installed, but on Sunday.

Now, that there is more than enough room for consideration...I am left to sit on Tuesday but only after being required to call every two hours. Then I get this Wednesday load and I have described the situation on that to the point of nausea. I begin to second guess my ability to earn money when there is so much time to sit. It is not good. Dedication:[-

Manic Monday

Got into work and Don was getting ready to do some cooking, driver appreciation style. I thought that the food was nice and I just wish I had more time to enjoy it. Nice to have someone cook for ya as you get to work.

I had to load and at first, get my butt over to Des Moines...then it changed...I was to simply get my butt over to Owatonna, MN and meet another driver. Usually, this would be a grand source of disaster but I guess the planets lined up and gave me some grace as I got there and fielded a call from Wifey and then this guy comes in just 2 minutes later...the added bonus? The search is over for the dirt bag that filthed up my truck. He just came right out and said that he had the truck for 2 years. I got his number to be sure.

Not a bad day at all. Hope the other four days goes as smoothly...Dedication:')