Difficult/Worst part

You should have seen me dive into a pool of green cattle guts below the wash bay after a jockey with my own freaking trailer tried to mash me backing in. It's a real stupid bonehead move I did walking along that dock that night being so tired. Im here. Not dead. Thank you Fort Collins for the wakeup call Winter 1998. Three large steps.

Life is just a puff. Some go out quickly, Others not so quietly. This is not a industry to fool around. You will NEVER know the story of your last day on earth. No one can ever write that story. Im still here. Figures what I don't see coming will do me in. That's ok.

 

Your GPS didn't give you girl directions? Turn left at the big oak tree, down the road three lights another left at the small blue house with white trim at the corner then go straight until you see the sign and if you see the river you've gone too far?

 

I know. This is such an easy company to work for.
You will even get pretty good miles if you just do your job correctly.
But it's like that. Every time I listen to what is being said at terminals, most are complaining about something the company is doing wrong to to mess them over.

They have yet to learn what I learned many decades ago...
Most of my own problems are caused solely by my own bad decisions or actions.

 

Would you recommend Swift for a rookie? or Schneider? Swift offered me a Rite Aid Dedicated but one driver who did that account said sometimes there would be weekly pay of about 250 dollars.

 

The first few yrs I didn't have a gps

 

Even worse if it's a country girl. Directions from my sister in law. "Turn left at the road right after the barn Bob tore down ten years ago."

 

Only thing i ever #####ed about there was the equipment. They just couldent keep either of the truck I had running. Other then that I just didn't personally mesh with the company. Not there fualt that I didn't agree with many of there policies.

 

It took me a minute to learn my lesson. I don't much talk to anyone but Flatbedders mostly, and people who approach me asking me about the division. Granted even that crowd has its BS, but it seems less so.

The last few times,I've ran into the usual BS artists, I've ended up either confronting them or insulting them. Just tired of hearing the same tired BS from a new, or sometimes old set of faces.

And that's why I can't socialize at terminals anymore, my tongue just can't take the bites like it used too. I'll be friendly if someone says hi, but that's about it.

 

That's the plan; so I can "retire"~!!!

 

LoLoLoL~! I'm still laughing. That's how we do it 'round here~!!!!!!