why do some drivers love abuse

One of my favs.

 

Write a bol for them and say they're part of the load

 

Great song!

 

Unfortunately every point mentioned in this thread is why my class 1 will likely just stay in my back pocket. I already worked my way up from the dirt once and I really have no desire to start out working for peanuts again or donating my time and being away from my home for weeks on end. I'm not destitute or desperate so I'll hold out for a decent gig (ie no mega and no OTR). If it takes me 10 years to stumble across something suitable, so be it.

 

You are looking at it wrong. It's not that drivers like being abused, it's that they like to #####. Sometimes with good reason, but often without.

 

Ya,seen em in Seattle,must have been around late 80's.I remember her walking out on stage...and Saying in her interesting accent..."Hello, See At'll.

 

Hmmmm dude that's trucking welcome to the business

 

If you listened to my profanity doing engine work that is somewhat difficult like replacing two sets of points on a Cobra V8 Ford Engine and heard the tone, you would realize that I am having the time of my life doing this work.

Now...

If I am not swearing, saying anything good or bad and very quiet... that is the last warning before the storm breaks. One of us will no longer be around when I get through after I reach my tipping point.

When I get seriously angry over something that is not acceptable. I get very quiet for as long as I need to carefully think my options. At some point it will get solved.

One time a stupid boss man in B&B Concrete in Little Rock West opened up his shop one morning at 6 am and made some sort of veiled threat to my face in front of other workers related to why his bulk tanker was not yet in Hope loading cement. He had forgotten or chosen to forget that particular morning, my spouse who was a federal worker required the car to go to a different location and I got my car to his yard a few minutes prior to 6 after settling the spouse and her car down.

I walked to my vehicle and left. I did warn the replacement driver who was driving that truck what he was getting himself into on my way out. At least I had that much opportunity to help someone else before they found themselves really deep into the situation.

The entire problem could have been avoided with just a little tiny bit of respect, communication and remembrance that a particular workday is going to be a little different than the usual and he would just have to suck it up and live with it. The problems with that kind of bad relationship is in decline weeks prior to that particular morning. What I should have done was gotten out long ago, leaving him to drive that #### thing himself.

It's about 20 years ago and Im so over it. But that particular example is a fine one to use to show how a boss, worker relations can go really bad slowly at first like a thawing fish before it really starts to stink.

These days I solve problems in a few minutes with rapid thinking. I no longer engage in long drawn out problems. I also essentially eliminated most people in my life who were in a position to be needy, cause problems or become a liability. It's unfortunate, I wish em well. But they have to go fix their own problems without me.

I remember one particular dispatcher who was really bad. I took him outside one day where there was no one around until one of us drew first blood. And that was the end of that particular problem whatever it was in the beginning. This was decades ago where there was no such term as fancy high faulton grey poupon mustard work place violence or other pretty labels. You two went at it until first blood and that is the end of it and nothing more will be said provided you two had a drink together because somehow the company has to function and the people need to work well the next day not worried or looking over the shoulders.

Now if you could not reconcile at any price, I remember one female dispatcher declare to me to use that 16 hour exemption rule to get that one resturant delivered. I flat refused. Jersey Police would have had a field day in Columbia should I have been stopped there attempting to make a 16 hour driving day on paper logs too. I quit the following day. I also make sure that when run into people like that in the future, I have nothing to do with them. I'll be civil. Good morning and thats the end of it. Literally. Nothing bad will happen. Or be allowed to.

 

Wasn’t that the Eurythmics?