Stuck on I-35 behind a fatal wreck. Southbound truckers describe a grisley scene, with certain fatalities and evidence of same.
Truckers react in different ways. Most are merely impatient, and angry with both the dead and the survivors. Clearly, also, it was all everybody's fault. How DARE they go get carried off in pieces in order to inconvenience ME?
I finally got through all the BS and delivered a load from Van Buren to Wichita. I was on my way to a New York load when, 22 miles from the shipper and 25 seconds away from the wreck, I got into this parking lot.
USA's Qualcom macros are rather irritating. With each pickup, delivery, or hours-of-service report, they want to know how many hours I have left to work, to drive, my mother's maiden name, etc. I'm going to start leaving a lot of it blank and let them slap my wrists, if they must.
On the other hand, I have Pikepass and EZPass for tolls in several states, so I can now blow by tollbooths.
My dispatcher, Matt, is has been there for seventeen years, and is sharp. He seems all-business, which I like. This load--I was to pick it up at 1600 on friday, and deliver late monday, only about 1300 miles away. I think they don't differentiat3e between 75 mph O/O's and their regular 63 mph company guys.
That's ok with me. I'll just deliver early when I can, and take 34 hr. resets when I need to. When I can't deliver early, I'll hit hotels when I have the time to make the most of it. Money isn't everything.
Before releasing me upon the unsuspecting public, all the top company officers had me in for a brief interview. They seemed ok, and this seemed genuine.
There's good and bad to everything. You just make the best of it.
THEY have launched an all-out assault on every single one of my diversified stocks, but are too late. I'm retreating, mopping blood and sweat out of my swollen eyes and covering up. Of course, THEY don't fight fair. Horseshoes on gloves, bottles and bricks thrown by cronies in the crowd...oh I'm free okbye
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