North of Indy. I can’t believe it’s Saturday afternoon and we’re only on our way up with load #5 of 8. We got fucked this week. Fate fucked us with a breakdown. Then Ray fucked us by not only making us wait until Friday morning to pick uq in Chicago Heights, but making it worse by still expecting us to run all four of our remaining loads. That means that, at best, we won’t get home until 10pm to midnight Monday; a full 24 hours later than we should ideally. This doesn’t even take into account that we have to switch out yet another rejected trailer from Bedford Park. I’m full of anger and hatred at the moment. And I can’t sleep because of it.