Question about refusing to go to a load in a particular state due not feeling experienced enough

Don’t be a chicken ####. NYC isn’t that bad and getting caught with one in the city is worse than getting caught without one. People who are scared and packing heat are the ones who shoot people without needing too.

 

This is a really good point that ties with something else in another thread about monitoring,

See if we don't wants to be monitored, then we should be acting professional, and this means we do more to act like professionals and less crying about where we go.

I tell every one who goes through the every interviews there isn't a place where we don't go, if you don't like that, the interview ends right now. I have had a few leave.

I don't tolerate the I can't go there crap, I've been to north east many times, I spend weeks up there running freight between places like Baltimore and NYC and never had issues others seem to have, but then I did just used a gps to tell me where to go.

 

Or standing in a Restaurant Supply Dealer in Eastern AVE in Baltimore roughly near St Lo as the crow flies a couple of streets or so.

Between docks where your trailer is waiting, there is a enormous pile of everything in the middle.

They hand you a sheaf of bills, drop a stack of pallets at your plate and tell you get going, they close at 6.

You get to load it.

To this day I cannot stand in say a fast food line pouring my own coffee and picking up those #### pepper packets without remembering 1000 to a box count times 6 times 20 to a layer times 30 high.

Some things died hard in that city. Good for a 17 foot trailer and 58 white. Not a freaking 48 which was what we had before new 53's

 

Huh

 

This thread has been soooooo juicy. I dont understand the panic. You only took out a pole, people have done fat worse and kept jobs

 

even though the Hasbro toy company is up here, and they were a huge employer back in the day, i learned to rue the day some moron invented Play Doh....

i had to load trailer after trailer when i was at the defunct RPS (now long since been Fed Ex Ground) and had to hand load 53 foot trailers...wall to wall and ceiling high....at the very least 3 a day....

each case of Play Doh, had a weight of 35 pounds, the near exact weight as a cinder block, which i'd have rather loaded....

when my kids were younger, i NEVER bought them Play Doh, and not even my grand kids get that crap either....

i'm such a "meanie"........

 

You sure like to talk don't you how about talking when a barrel unexpecting pops infront of you it's even one thing for a soldier knowing when there's gonna be a fight and know your enemies even but when it's unexpected and lose the advantage you are screwed. you either give them what they want or you die personally will give them keys every time even military veterans I know well the smarter ones know not go looking for trouble it will eventually find you. So I stay away from NYC ever since my incident if you want a fight more then welcome to anyone really but when caught off guard is another beast entirely.

 

There is one load that is either a mystery, a botched problem or something I should never ever have done ever.

To wit.

I loaded up what on BOL was supposed to be around 714 children girls bikes for Lionel. Going to a Distribution Center in the vicinity of Greenbelt. (I cannot remember those details very well anymore despite the memory of the loading and unloading problem.

I halt the fork lift count pallets, layers height come up with a number of bikes scratch it on the wall by door, write on clipboard, turn around and stack same onto the stupid floor. UGH. If it stayed on pallets it would be done loaded in 15 minutes. But no.

count count count count god Im tired of counting these #### bikes.

Pallets piled up. I was fine until they started taking some of those pallets away. Those were the final check of math. Sheesh.

I got shaky within 20 bikes of the BOL. I refused to sign it. (Driver load and count)

what? $110.00 a bike? Certainly not.

I got sick to my stomach. do we pull all those #### bikes out and do it again? 48 foot reefer. (Should have gotten the volume of each box and bike so I can cube out the count in three dimensions and check.. but no....

I signed in anger. (Tsk tsk tsk, never ever do something in anger. when it's in your blood and you are losing that temper... do not... sign that #### thing or anything)

Three bosses stood around forklift driver who waved his own pile of pallet picks. All the brains availible in that cursed shipper avowed I got 714 bikes. Right. Off I go.

*&^%.

What do we do? Audit the #### warehouse? (This is late 80's none of that waving a laser gun *BIP! or *DERP...

Drive to DC.

Pull bikes. scratch one pink chalk mark on the other wall by door. IIII then / by 5's The reciever thought I was nuts.

At the nose of my trailer I started counting IIII by /'s

11 bikes short.

Boss....

(He blew up.)

I paid for those 11 bikes. $110.00 each

oh only two weeks and change to make that happen.

 

Wtf are you talking about? I’m not the one advocating toting a firearm around with me. Truth is most people carrying are not proficient with their weapons. They have a false sense of security. They tend to use them when not necessary or the don’t use them correctly when they are. NYC is no different than any city, and even some small towns. And if you had, had it with you more than likely you would have been shot before you could have cleared it from the holster. You’d be better served with some sort of self defense training such as Krav Maga.

 

Ah yes Krav. easy fast fix when applied correctly. I learned to love this one for it's utter simplicity. All the other martial arts with two exceptions can keep their ritualized BS displays for this or that. It's a waste of time. IN Krav you just explode. As long you can breathe you can fight. Not just fight. But Attack. Total all out full attack.

My one flaw in Krav. 6 foot 7 Mr he he in the end of the practice bay, Im told to drop him. Who Me? Moi? Nyet. Git and drop that SOB you runt.

I was able to after some fashion managed a sort of a drop. Latched onto one leg and worked on his knee and other ankle until he started stumbling.

I almost had him. But he glanced at brick wall and smiled.

Fell into it with me in between Ow. again Ouch. Again whooof no air anymore. Again stars. Again dark is it dark yet?

Mr He he probably won that one.

I just need to work faster against that problem. God did not make me as big as I would like to be.