The blog of blah. Ought to be called "Blahg." I discuss my experiences from CDL school on into driving, random crap annnnd..... other random crap. Or nothing. Either way.
Ever since Lord Otra transcended up to Val Haul-uh he has communicated with me through visions and dreams. This morning, while sitting in the fuel aisle at Flying Pilot waiting for someone to finish taking a dump and clear the path so I could be on my way, Lord Otra appeared to me in a sparkling vision. Or it may have just been the sunrise shimmering through a construction fence. Either way, I got the message. There are two breeds of trucker; the first is, as Red Hot Mess fondly refers ...
Yesterday I made my drop. While unloading, the dock boss made me come in and look at the trailer. There was a big hole in the roof where a forklift hit it. As I was getting ready to leave I tried to walk slow to avoid the Werner driver that talked way to much. No luck. Once he saw me he waited. He did tell me something worth filing away for consideration. He said he had dropped here, went down the road to a parking lot and got orders to come back for load. He was ticked ...
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