This is one of the those days
where saying adios to trucking greatly appeals to me. Here's the deal. 4am Jonesboro AR. I'm parked outside the front gate of the plant I'm delivering to. The day before I left Chicago. It never stopped raining. Stressful driving. The closer I got to my final the heavier the rain got. The darker the sky became. A few miles from my destination the warning sirens were blaring. Cops and ambulances rushing everywhere. Tree limbs blowing onto the road. Weather service has a tornado warning extended until 2am. The wind is blowing. Knock knock. "They're ready for you at door 11. At the other end of the building." I threw on some sweats and jumped in the front seat. It was raining and dark. Through the front gate I went. The whole place was flooded. I see door 9 so 11 is around the bend. Proceed slowly. What the f..k. And down I go into the f..k'n water. It's a damn retention pond. No fence, no sign, no lights - just my ass in the water. Drives off the ground. Engine off. I get out of the cab and into waist high cold water and mud. Jesus H. Christ. Long story short. Wrecker comes. Old redneck talks to much. Acts like I fell off a bridge into the Mississippi. Pulls me out. Engine starts, runs for 10 minutes, then shuts down. Fast forward, I'm in a f..k'n cheap plastic barcalounger at the Freighliner dealer. Can't get a straight answer. Typical dealer. Just what hell might be like. It takes hours waiting on the phone with my carrier who has 1 person sitting at the outside repair desk with too many problems to handle by himself. 6pm, the truck is not repaired, and I'm stuffing my face with $34 of wings and a medium cheese pizza from Dominos, inside a "room" at the Super 8 motel. I'm so freak'n pissed, my wife orders the food for me from Florida. I'm watching my 350th episode of Law & Order. Dealing with the woman in safety was like rubbing my private parts on sandpaper. Get real, bitch, I really want to f..k my day up by driving straight into a ditch. Let's fix the truck and roll. I don't need this shit anymore. I hate winter, what's left of it. A job with the Peace Corps. somewhere far far away from a truck, the suits and the bullshit seems just what the doctor ordered. Right. I need to win the lottery and retire. Photo from Bakko Brats' Photos on Flickr.
where saying adios to trucking greatly appeals to me. Here's the deal. 4am Jonesboro AR. I'm parked outside the front gate of the plant I'm delivering to. The day before I left Chicago. It never stopped raining. Stressful driving. The closer I got to my final the heavier the rain got. The darker the sky became. A few miles from my destination the warning sirens were blaring. Cops and ambulances rushing everywhere. Tree limbs blowing onto the road. Weather service has a tornado warning extended until 2am. The wind is blowing. Knock knock. "They're ready for you at door 11. At the other end of the building." I threw on some sweats and jumped in the front seat. It was raining and dark. Through the front gate I went. The whole place was flooded. I see door 9 so 11 is around the bend. Proceed slowly. What the f..k. And down I go into the f..k'n water. It's a damn retention pond. No fence, no sign, no lights - just my ass in the water. Drives off the ground. Engine off. I get out of the cab and into waist high cold water and mud. Jesus H. Christ. Long story short. Wrecker comes. Old redneck talks to much. Acts like I fell off a bridge into the Mississippi. Pulls me out. Engine starts, runs for 10 minutes, then shuts down. Fast forward, I'm in a f..k'n cheap plastic barcalounger at the Freighliner dealer. Can't get a straight answer. Typical dealer. Just what hell might be like. It takes hours waiting on the phone with my carrier who has 1 person sitting at the outside repair desk with too many problems to handle by himself. 6pm, the truck is not repaired, and I'm stuffing my face with $34 of wings and a medium cheese pizza from Dominos, inside a "room" at the Super 8 motel. I'm so freak'n pissed, my wife orders the food for me from Florida. I'm watching my 350th episode of Law & Order. Dealing with the woman in safety was like rubbing my private parts on sandpaper. Get real, bitch, I really want to f..k my day up by driving straight into a ditch. Let's fix the truck and roll. I don't need this shit anymore. I hate winter, what's left of it. A job with the Peace Corps. somewhere far far away from a truck, the suits and the bullshit seems just what the doctor ordered. Right. I need to win the lottery and retire. Photo from Bakko Brats' Photos on Flickr.
