Navajo Express has just abandoned this trainee in a tiny town 1500 miles from home!

Maddy, I called her a man. Yes ma'am, I did. What I said to her is just because she straps false breasts on her chest does not make her a woman. And she IS a man. She has a #####, does "she" not? How horrible that I should point that out, altho I think Fred, the name she went by for 60 years before adopting a new name and wardrobe, is fully aware of that. Plus, she is a lesbian, and refused to let me close the curtains for privacy while changing. That jug of pee she keeps next to her seat was not something I should have had to put up with. So I didn't. What would DOT say about that?

Tyson? Never rode with him, never got the chance. Why bring that up? Grasping at straws, no?

And, I'm assuming this is Becky Mc, VP of this sterling operation, this did NOT happen at Arnold. I'm still on their payroll, Dollface. They experienced turnover while I was in the middle of training and I'm actually still waiting for a call back. Talk to Ben Smith, Dir. of Operations and the owner's son. He has nothing but good things to say about me, I just got lost in the shuffle, and I hope to continue working there. I'm their only Denver employee, and that contributed to confusion and communication issues. I have nothing bad to say about Arnold. I'm darn sure they wouldn't do to any trainee what Navajo did to me.

Let's talk about my use of profanity, shall we? after being told I was being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, you bet I made a fuss. You having never experienced this extreme duress, who are you to say that my use of profanity justifies your decision to leave me stranded, and before the Dept of Labor's phone call to you on my behalf, attempting to deny me access to my final pay by mailing the check to my home? My conversation with Becky VP had nothing but accusations on her side of how I screwed up by calling the cops, and the foul language I used against Brianna. You could not have cared less that she falsifies her logs, or that she and her hubby use a stolen handicap tag at truck stops because she never learned blindside backing, which she readily admitted to me before I ever got on her truck! I am a trainee that can drive a truck, and did so in the mountains, at night, in a snowstorm, and on icy roads for almost 10 hours my first day with the lovely and talented Brianna. When we pulled into a tiny truckstop--backtracking 5 miles from a nice Pilot because she wanted Taco Bell--she went psycho on me when she told me to back into a skinny parking space and I said I wasn't sure I could do it, having little training in blindside parking. She screamed at me, telling me that if I wouldn't do it, then I'd have to "get f... off [her] truck!" She's been a driver for two years, and now a "trainer", yet she was ordering me to do something she herself was incapable of doing. I got out of the driver's seat and told her I'd watch how she did it. She pulled the truck around and front-end parked next to the curb. I could have done that!!

Finally, Becky, your position that I acted unprofessionally by using profanity during the evening situation, denying that colorful language is ubiquitous in this industry doesn't even pass the laugh test. You and Bri acting like delicate little flowers and being highly offended by "vulgar" language IS laughable. Really? Is that all you got??? I asked you to deal with me on a simple human to human level and you refused because I said bad words?

You still cannot admit that whatever the reason, Navajo did and does hold responsibility for seeing that I am returned home safe and sound. There is no getting around it. After all, I did deliver that Amazon load safely right up until I was put off the truck. How would you feel if the same was done to your daughter? your sister? your mother? No, sorry, no excuse, Period.

As you well know I am aware of the laws, as in the earlier post, about what you can tell my future employers. Thank you for adding to this thread. Your apparent pretentiousness and ####y attitude is not going to sit well in the courtroom.