Snackbar's new adventure at Moore Freight Services

The house I am living in was a bank repo. When I first moved in, an older gentleman stopped by and introduced himself. He was the previous owners father, and the pastor of one of the local churches...which happen to be one of those rattlesnake handler whacko churches. He said the one coral rock that was on the side of my driveway was one of his best harvest holes...he could always count on at least one a month...I got some outside cats and keep the grass cut short and we very rarely see snakes.

 

Better than Big G and Magnum, and most of my years at Crete. Even better than Poly. Including the 4 weeks of short term disability I got from my wrist time off (which the IRS considers taxable income) I am within $5000 of what I would have made in 12 months at Big G had I stayed.

 

Our head honcho said that we got a bunch of System's freight out of Laurinburg. Not sure if they just got under bid or if they lost interest since they're a west coast carrier. Would be nice to start hauling to the NW out of NC.

 

This load to Miami didn't start on a very positive note. When I went to tie the main tarp down, I had to relace all the vertical laces. Which, without a ladder is no easy trick. On top of that, the belly tarps were just sorta drooping and when I went to tighten them up I discovered that one of the removable 1x8 padding supports was just hanging on by 1 of the 4 metal hooks and it was about to fall into the packs of glass. Then, whomever tarped this load didn't pull the tarp all the way back and the back flap was just sorta tucked under. When I did my initial check of the load, I could see glass without moving the tarp. Got all that straight, laced it up tight, plugged my pigtail in, hooked up my airlines and did my walkaround...and had to futz with the pins in the trailer plug to get my lights to work. Hit the air and....a friggin air leak. Had a hole rubbed in one of the brake chamber supply lines. Since we don't have people in the shop on the weekend, we have to call our breakdown and they call the mechanic who is on call. But, after all the b.s. with the tarps and the lights, I was pissed off, tired, sweaty grubby dirty, almost out of drive time and out of PC time, plus I didn't feel like sitting at the shop for who knows how long then running out of hours. So, I waited until morning and called in. I hope that all the bad juju is used up on this load and I have a peaceful rest of the trip to little Cuba.

 

Speaking of snakes...

Woman wakes up in hotel, finds snake on her arm: 'I won't be sleeping for a while after this'