So, the truck that meets me out of Columbus craps yesterday. Losing power… Have driver go to T/A and they say turbo… Company head mechanic has him drive to P.O. and then freight this AM (freight, ick!)… Of course, he messes up and logs in too early: violation — D’OH! So, other guy brings me the Mail and I had brought him different tractor to switch out as they (mechs) wanted me to get truck to my shop or even our NJ shop 😮 OF COURSE, on the way back, the truck starts losing power and I am down to 30mph on I-70; no where to pull off. I call and as I get ye olde waffling, I make command decision to stop @ Gary’s truck repair. “Can’t you make it back to Willow Hill?” “Uh, NO!” Says I. “I CANNOT take this truck on the pike” if it were anyone else they might have ordered it… 3-4 beefy hills betwixt here and thar… HELL NO! This could have been fixed yesterday, but nooooooooooooooooo. So here I sit, undoubtedly not getting paid for a breakdown and other’s poor decisions.
Gonna be at least another hour before I leave, as this mech (who quickly diagnosed problem) has to run and get part. Ack. My poor dogs Dat be some boolshit, dat be what dat be. Frak!
So, I am missing a trailer — a nice newish MAIL trailer vs. a freight box. On a dedicated run when some Billy Bob rear ends it and bends the ICC bar. Orders come to get it to Kearny to go to main shop in Maryland… Of course, someone IGNORES el Jefé’s order and starts to use it on untermensch runs. And don’t ya know, it is now missing… We are searching ask post offices, but no trace. Also, it’s satellite tracker appears to have stopped working last march, D’oh! Where o’ where is my trailer? WHY did we wait so long to look for it? Knowing the P.O., they sent it on someone else’s run… Is it stolen? Maybe.
Gonna be late tonight. 😮 ¡$?,/!$#@%/?!
Did I mention it was snowing today? fortunately not sticking and not really cold just a damp nastiness that sucks the warmth out of your bones and psyche. So far, it’s been a decent winter w/little snow and not ass-reamingly cold. Few more weeks until Spring. Ah hates me Winter, ah does.