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Man, Im tired tonite. The last few days Ive been running so hard I havent had time to take a shower. The only reason Im writing now is to stay awake til I can get a shower. I put applications out and am just waiting to get a reply back. Its hard enough to be tired but that infernal dinging is making me crazy. At least its cool enough tomite that I can shut the truck off and not have to hear it.
The wife got a really good deal on a new storage shed. It took forever to get it (she says). It had to be ordered, then they put her off for a week, then another week and another until it over two months before she got mad and asked someone at the store to look. It was delivered 2 weeks ago and they forgot to tell her. Dont ever make the wife mad! She chewed some heads off at the store and then called their corporate offices. By the time she was done, they dropped the $75 delivery fee and got it to the house the same day.
Since Im not home to put it together, she tried to get one of our neighbors to do it. He needs the money she offered to pay him, but seems to be too busy all the time. Hes about to get a dose of her hostility if he doesnt hurry up. I feel sorry for him. I feel sorrier for myself if he doesnt do it. That means my next days off will be used up fighting with really big tinker toys.
I was gonna spend my next time off getting another job. Ding ding ding
I just heard on the radio that the government has OKd the use of radiation to kill germs (or something) on produce. WHAT?? They dont want to build new nuclear plants because of radiation and now we have to have it in our food? Thats frigging crazy. I haul produce all over the country and the wife would be really pissed if I came home glowing in the dark!
This is just nuts.
Im stopped for the night just outside of Roswell, New Mexico. Another hundred miles or so tomorrow and Ill be swapping out again. I dont usually stop around here, but Im really tired tonight and it seems like a good idea. I got some books on tape awhile back and there was a sci fi story on one of them about Roswell. Kinda gave me the creeps. I wonder what really landed here...
Considering where I am and all, maybe Ill just listen to a ball game on the radio instead of Coast to Coast. Id like to get a good nights sleep without Scotty beaming me up!
Im in Vegas for a fuel stop and lunch. Got a call from a friend of mine a little while ago. He told me that another friend of ours, another driver for the same company, got shot at this morning. Hes not the first, either. Another truck (from a different company) was shot at and hit yesterday (I think). Our friend had his passenger window shot out. Both shootings happened in York, Nebraska. Our friend has his kid with him! They werent hurt but could have been.
What the hell is wrong with people to shoot at trucks? Even their damn gun and bullets came to them via truck! Everything they eat, use, wear or buy came on a truck. Why target us? I hope they catch the bastard and lock him up under the jail for about 100 years. I hope he doesnt manage to kill someone before hes caught.
I got to the LA area this morning and dont deliver til tomorrow. This friend of mine, Wade, who works for the same company, lives near here. He asked me to help him move some furniture at his house. Just from one room to another. So he should be here pretty soon and Ill follow him home to drag his entertainment center and stuff around. I dont even like moving furniture for the wife. But hey, hes my friend and I owe him a favor. At least he has an air conditioner in his house and I wont have to listen to the dinging.
Our quarterly bonuses came out this week and I didnt get mine. I am so pissed off I cant hardly see straight.
A few months ago, I had a little mishap. A four wheeler cut me off and the only things I could do were slam on the brakes or slam into the car. I hit the brakes. I guess the guys that loaded it on the dock didnt secure it very well, because some of the boxes fell over. The buyer refused the damaged part of the load. There was nothing I could have done to stop it
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Im picking up my load in San Francisco this morning. Cant see the bay from here, but the air smells salty and the gulls are starting to wake up. Im thinking about a little trip to the coast on my next days off. The wife is always after me to go camping and summer is almost over. Youd think Id want to stay home and not be driving when I get a few days off, but it never seems to work out that way. At least in the car I dont have to listen to the ding, ding, ding.
So I saw the boss and he said it was too bad about the truck needing fixed, but his mechanics were doing some work on his ranch and wouldn't have time to mess with it. I just stared at him. Then he got a phone call, then he left. So much for repairs...
Hes got me running all over the midwest before I go west again. Im collecting applications seriously now. Enough is e-freaking-nuff. ding ding ding
Im sitting in the yard, waiting for my boss to get here. Its been a long time and the ding, ding, ding has finally about driven me nuts. But today might be the last time I have to deal with it. If the boss sees the condition of this truck and hears the damn noise, maybe hell finally agree to get it fixed. If not, I might just lock him in the truck for a couple of hours and make him listen to it. It would serve him right and I could probably get away with a plea of temporary insanity. Wish me luck!
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