A friend of mine and I have been chatting in text messages. One subject was a recent suicide. The son of someone Mama knows shot himself in front of his parents. That strikes me as punk-ass. During my darkest days when I’ve thought of suicide, I’ve always thought that I just couldn’t do that.
I just realized that my satcom isn’t working. So the four message I’ve sent since 12:15 saying “Finished with Safety and PM. Ready to roll” haven’t gone anywhere. What does that say about my working relationship with my dispatcher, that my satcom stops working and I just assume that my dispatcher is ignoring me? I… Continue reading Satcom Down
I’m sitting at the picnic table outside of the shop. My truck is in a bay getting a PM (preventative maintenance). Cool thing, too. Now I don’t have to worry about seeing this place for awhile. The Speed Management class was as expected. I just had to sit in on that segment of Orientation.
Just overheard a funny exchange. “When’s Speedy supposed to get here?” “Oh, about another 36 to 45 seconds.”
Greensboro, North Carolina. In the Safety Department, sitting in on the driver Orientation class. My speed management class starts at 09:30. Looks to be interesting (snark). The lady leading the Orientation class is currently explaining how to use a log book. Perhaps I should mention that you must have a minimum of two years driving… Continue reading Safety Department Haze
Headed to Richmond. I’m going to be picking up a load bound for Concord, North Carolina, which I’ll be dropping in Greensboro. I’ve been ordered to attend a speed management class tomorrow morning because of that speeding ticket I got in May. This made me really angry at first. I got caught in a speed… Continue reading Speed Management Class
Just crossed the Nice Bridge from Maryland into Virginia. Couldn’t help thinking that if it was really a nice bridge it wouldn’t have charged me $12 to cross.
Just got a big laugh in the shipping office at fuck-tard’s expense. I’ve been here since 2:00. Was missing one of my pickup numbers. I wrote fuck-tard about it at 2:07, and he just now sent me the other pickup number. When I took it in, I told the shipping clerk “Sorry for the delay.… Continue reading Laughing at Fuck-tard
I’m angry at myself for the things that’ve been going through my mind tonight. But they’re there. As much as I want them to go away, they seem to have a life of their own. I was thinking that some weekend I’d like to rent a hotel room, pick up a bottle of rum, and… Continue reading All I Wanted …
Heading out. Still annoyed that I had to work today. But being in motion is a natural state for me. So however much I may grumble today, I’m more comfortable now that I’m on the move again. I have plenty to occupy my thoughts today. If I wrote a quarter of this stuff down, my… Continue reading What's Killing Me