40 pounds over on trailer axles do you return to shipper to get re-adjusted .. again?

A big thanks to all of you who responded. Good to know there are sane people in this industry. My trainer is an absolute completely over compulsive nut job. If the trucking industry was how he makes it out to be, I'd assume we'd see a lot more truckers hanging from ropes in random barns across the country with notes attached reading "Just ... Cant ... Be Perfect ... Must ... Have ... WHEAT THINS!"

Here's a few examples of my lovely time here.

----First off I smoke ... Company gives me non-smoking Trainer who happens to have allergies to smoke smell. Required to wrap up all blankets nice and cleanly, spray down bedding with some god awful smelling air spray that he for some reason likes, and transfer his sweaty smelly sheets and blankets with mine each time we swap sleepers. Those little stretchy sheets that go around the mattresses are a real pain in the *** to take off and put back on every shift. Not to mention, when he goes to sleeper, I stay parked (because, you know I'm a nice guy, and take other people into consideration) and let us get everything situated (my things all neat and organized to the front so I don't have to go back and wake him, and his items all organized and bedding made in the back) ........... but... however when I finally pull over exhausted and ready to go to the sleeper for my turn, he hops up all gitty and go git em! jumps right into the drivers seat kicks the motor over, slams it in gear and starts rolling down the freeway while I'm getting tossed all about in the back trying to get my things situated... what a nice guy....


----Moving on now, second item, the guy.... wont.... shut.... up!!!!!! He just rambles on and on about the dumbest topics to teach about, like if there was a way to explain and teach how to breathe in air, he would teach it. Even though there's nobody stupid enough to need that education... like anywhere... on earth... It's all common sense things, and he loves to preach and teach about these boring topics and act like it's this whole brand new idea or concept that he just made up and patented or something. (The tires are filled with air... dirrr ... and they're made of rubber...) These phrases I hear about 20 times each during one of his common sense sermons. *Like* *You know* *but* *but no* *but yea* *uh* *so uh* *so uh yea* ..... after the 20th one sometimes I really... really... want to just punch the guy... like right in his freaking left nostril... because it's unusually larger than his other... for some odd reason... and I can't help but get annoyed at it... it winks at me sometimes... did I mention he does a fake southern accent around anybody new he meets? Yea every truck stop we stop at I get the full presentation again. I'm so used to it now that his normal accent and southern sound the same to me. I don't care to differentiate anymore. The idiot's from California.


----Third item. The over compulsive behavior. OH ... MY ... LORD ... Now there's so many different things here that I may not be able to recall them all off the top of my head, because the amount is just too overwhelming to keep track of. We'll begin with no shoes in the back of the cab, well that's fine, but god forbid if you use the steps or step on the fridge to get something off the top bunk, you must wipe and disinfect anywhere you stepped... repeatedly and get every spec of dirt or smudge mark off and if you can see a little smudge, keep wiping and scrubbing until you wear a hole through the item you're cleaning. Must BE CLEAANNN!!! Nothing can touch the floor, like basically anything, because it's "dirty and unsanitary", if you set a folder on the floor for just one second while you re-adjust something else or like you're at the shipper, just gave the guard the information and hopped back up in the truck to start driving over to the office and you just place the folder in between the seats because you're going to be grabbing it and running in there with it in a second as well, he freaks out, like goes into convulsions and starts getting all sweaty and angry. You must send in any free form in the macro exactly the way he types it in, word for word, space for space, and hash marks or dashes he types in you must do the same in the same order, any different and God will strike you down with a thunderbolt. Same goes for calculating how many hours it's going to take you to get to you're next location, even if you come up with the same amount of time that he did, if it wasn't done his way or as he says the way the company wants it calculated, then it's WRONG! ... and you will die. Um, let's see, if you don't send your arrival macro exactly at the moment you pull up to the guard gate you will die as well. Or if you don't send your departure at exactly the moment you roll out the guard gate, or if you forget to get a signature, even if there is no detention time to be accounted for, from the guard on your way out the gate, you'll explode into skittles. Fueling up he makes me use his Comdata card and his rewards card every time, and I've heard that we're supposed to be using ours as trainees but whatever. Screwing me out of a few points there. Also fueling up we have to be the only idiots doing it 50 gallons at a time and running in to get 4 different receipts to get every single possible shower point imaginable, even though I bet if he'd just let me fill the soab up all the way he'd get a shower point for every 50 gallons fueled anyways with just one receipt and would remove all that nonsense. When he requests a company advance onto his Comdata card for trailer washouts he waits to send those in till we're at the trailer washout facility so he can get the exact amount that it's going to be to ask the company for, then we sit looking like jack***es for an hour or so till the company finally approves the advance and we can fill out the Comcheck and pay the poor guys, even though it makes way more sense to just request maybe 30-50 dollars a couple hours before we arrive at the washout so that way the money is ready before we get there and they'll just take back the balance we didn't use later... Oh yea, must clean every spec out of the inside of the trailer, get down on your hands and knees and scrub if need be, because you know... they have to eat off it or something??? Must use a really confusing and difficult computer program that he has set up to store all your load information on because god forbid a pen and piece of paper are just too simple... He even makes the whole TransFlo process confusing as hell by having you write in on every receipt all the details possible because company HR must be 1st Graders back there or something still learning their ABC's. Routing is ridiculous as well, you get the routing sent over on the Qualcomm from Dispatch all fairly simple, you type in coordinates on GPS and confirm it matches Dispatch, if not, figure out why Dispatch has you routed elsewhere, maybe they're trying to avoid toll roads, all basically ordinary so far, but now you have to visually see it ... O_O ... you must now open up the atlas and go over the route again, because maybe you'll be passing some Kentucky Fried Chickens along the way and you can't miss out on those, alright now that's good... but wait, now you have to write it all down on a piece of paper in case there's an EMP bomb dropped on top of your rig and all the electronics fail. (In which case the truck wouldn't run anyways so what's the ########## point?!!) And this is every single time. Yea a basic explanation the first time like this would be fine "Hey this soab right here is your atlas, you have to have one in the truck in case of emergency, here's how you use it, but most of the time this soab right here is your GPS and it usually works 99% of the time, and there's also a nifty little thing out there called the internet where you can find all the same sh** for free anyways, so yea, use those first since they're 30 times faster and if all that fails and an EMP bomb falls on your truck and you have to resort to just your atlas you may want to ask yourself why you're still in the ########## truck continuing to try to get the load to the location on time when you should probably just be headed back to go check on your family and getting ready for war." Alright I'm going to stop with this section because there's more that are going to keep popping into my head that I'm remembering and this will never end.


----So let's move on to item number 4. I can't get no rest. I didn't sign up for Team Driving, I signed up for Solo, yet I've been Team Driving with my trainer since day one because yea, driving is not that hard so he wasn't scared a bit with me because I'm basically not an idiot. However, I can't sleep in a moving vehicle, well I can, but the driver has to be a courteous guy and actually drive like a normal person. Not slamming on the brakes every time he has to slow down at all, like literally just pounding that brake pedal with all his might. For example, we have the On-Guard security system on the truck so it beeps at you when you're too close and applies the brakes for you lightly when you have cruise control on to keep your following distance, I've grown accustomed to that beep when he's driving, when you hear it and my trainer is behind the wheel, grab hold of something quick because what comes next is an incredibly hard brake that throws everything in the truck forward that's not strapped down and tightly secured. You WILL fly through the window when he's driving. Now that's just the braking, which happens a LOT, now comes the taking the corners like he's a speed racer, I mean I can understand you almost missed an off ramp so you had to quickly jerk the wheel and take it a little faster than you would have liked once in a while, but now almost every single turn??? What the hell is the matter with you up there? Then we have the little bumpers on the side of the road that make a really loud humming noise when you run over them to wake you up in case you were dosing off and started veering off the road, well yea, he runs over those every few hundred feet constantly while driving down the road, either he's dosing off or he gets an erection from the noise, I don't know... Also he loves to talk as loud as humanly possible to all his friends on the phone because he has it conveniently set up for him so that he drives during all the daytime hours when people back home are awake whereas I get the night hours where all I can have for company is the radio. So yea maybe if I could strap myself to the back wall, put ear plugs in and cushioning all around me to buffer the vibrations from the road bumpers, and maybe even install a self leveling kit that kept me level at all times as he sped 80 miles an hour around the corners, I might get some sleep. Might... If I wasn't worried about dieing. When I drive, I slow down and take things as smoothly as possible at all times unless unavoidable in a few circumstances like maybe the light turned red real quick, needless to say he sleeps like a baby, but stinks like rotten fish.

Well that's just a little glimpse into my fun and exciting adventure through hell these past 3 weeks, now it's just a matter of surviving the last half of this torture ride. I have plenty more to share, but I better get some rest before ol' gung ho cheerio ends his shift another 7 hours early today and tells me to start mine. Btw we did end up going back over 40 pounds overweight on the tandems to the shipper and having them re-adjust it. I flat out told my trainer he's a nut job and let him take it in for the 4th time now himself and deal with them being very understandably pissed. And so he did and I got a good chuckle when he got his a@@ chewed out by all the staff there at the shipper. Plus he doesn't seem to understand that the company is going to be considerably pissed at him as well for wasting a whole day on a non-issue, and ruining all my drive time for the day. All I'm looking forward to is getting the hell out of this truck and into my own where I'll have some nice rest every night, a relaxed driving shift where I don't have to pull over for cigarettes, probably be able to eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day. Instead of just 1 or sometimes nothing. Some nice relaxed showers, some peace and quiet without his never ending sermons, oh and organization, room for my own sheit to be where I want it and nice and tidy and easily accessible where I don't have to move it every day constantly over and over again. A nice relaxed schedule that I know I can make, not overbooking myself 6 loads out and being late to every one because for some dumb reason I want to schedule impossible ETA's with very little room for any breaks or personal time to still be a normal person...

I understand now why a lot of people can't make it in trucking and end up quitting during the training phase. It's not the job, the job is relatively simple, laid back, and relaxing. It's the idiot trainers that make it complicated, stressful, and unbearable. Having to deal with these a@@holes for 5 weeks you should receive a medal of honor or have your name in the hall of fame or something. As much as I hate having to deal with sleeping in a moving vehicle I'm almost tempted to become a trainer just so that people have a little ray of hope to get into the industry. At last a normal person who gives you the real world 20th century training on what reality is, and not some by the book textbook idiot trainer with serious personal issues who's probably legally considered insane in some state with a warrant out for his arrest and probably isn't even allowed to carry a pocket knife...