Hungry Driver

That’s a truth right there. Tarping is a dirty job for sure.
Even worse in the winter. For some reason, I get really dirty too. Wash them tarps all time, does matter. When finished, heading for the first place I can get a shower.
Then it’s feeding time.

 

Dave, your just a kid.
You were still in high school during the 80’s

 

Good thing your not a breatharian, you can literally eat work at the same time and if you drink your own sweat you would be the first self sufficient power plant.

While I must commend you for your energy and vigor I must point out out doing more then most of the 20 somethings now a days isn’t as hard as let’s say 20 years ago.

 

There's always Christmas

 

Get some quest bars. High in protein it'll keep the hunger down

 

I used to work up a pretty good appetite after fingerprinting 42000 lbs of meat off the floor. A good meal and a waitress and I was right as rain.

 

I used to rely on steak, eggs, hash, salad, greens, coffee by gallon and so on. Makes lumping 48000 two times a day to and from the trailer floor a breeze.

Fast forward into the 50's I think that lumping is for the younger ones. I am keeping a eye on a number of disks in the spine that has been losing sufficient bone mass. Ive been told that eventually if I cough into my 65's or later it will just crack or break.

If things were that bad physically I'll get back there and move that 48 pallet load into a 120 small pallet monster on all over your dock. I used to put one then two then three along the manager's doorway. then the suits stairwell. And a second line forcing them to walk sideways and increase the amount of freight stacking in that area.

Sometimes they yell. Stack it over there. Not here. Ok. Stack over there working back across the dock. Run the reefer for heating or cooling depending on what the situation is on the dock.

One night long ago I reached a failure in the body due to no hydrate, no food, no cooling for the June heat unloading into a Allentown grocery. The body simply stopped and the mind became empty. And there was I on the pallet in a sort of a Glascow Coma Scale of about 8. Which isnt that good.

They carted me to the hospital on that one. Half the trailer still to unload. The last thing the suit said is anyone going to get a driver here to unload this *&^%? *(Our company HQ yard was 2 hours away...)

When they talk about inserting a central line into the neck, big stick isnt the half of it. A little haldoil took care of Mr Rage. (Ugh... I hate that stuff. empties everything out) and a whole bunch of apologies to the ER staff who did the stick. I thought needles were this big. But howdy those needles are Yuge.

Heard on the grapevine that the trailer rotted there for three days until dispatch sent a driver up. I was back on duty a week later.

From that day to this I always eat and hydrate really good before throwing down all those thousands of pounds of ####. Finally it's enough of that BS. That's one reason I run Medical loads. You touch nothing, empty in 10 minutes reloaded in 30 more back to Memphis. I'll be 95 years old on a walker taking a hour to pretrip the rig. Who knows they will have a wheel chair lift that big by then so we can accomodate the handicaps for professional drivers.

 

Hopefully you are drinking plenty of water to avoid dehydration.

God bless you and your entire family!

God bless every American and their families! God bless the U.S.A.!