My new, final resting place

I have been doing this long enough not to get surprised or shocked by anything, including how one human can treat another human. Today, that changed.

Without going into a lot of detail, let me just say I met the first truly unhappy employee of a large multinational corporation's shipping department as a yard driver. And by 'unhappy,' I mean deeply, profoundly, and sadly unhappy.

I came into the company's yard - "my yard," he called it - parked my truck, and started walking to the shipping door to arrange my live load. I did not get far before his very loud, highly irritating hiway horn blared at me. He stopped his tug, got out, stormed around the front and immediately started in about where I parked, how I parked, and what the hell was I doing in his yard, anyway?

I got over my shock pretty quickly and confirmed the address as my destination; I really did not want to have pulled in to the wrong business. He didn't answer but kept asking me why I parked there and why I parked like that and didn't I know WE ARE CLOSED?!?

The rest of my visit there was pretty much the same until he told me to GET THE HELL OUT OF MY YARD...NOW! I left.

That ended several hours ago and I must admit to feeling very discombobulated about the whole thing, even now. As I said, this poor guy is the first truly, deeply unhappy person I've met. Sure, there are truculent, disrespectful people with bad attitudes working for shippers and receivers all over the country; we've all met them.

This guy was an in an experience category all by himself. And it's five days until Christmas, a time of year when ther is supposed to be some kind of positive spirit around.

Not in "my yard," I can tell you that. And I still don't know what the deal was!

 

My 65 will never be in the way of your 75, trust me!

 

For some reason, marking it off the list is hard. It must have something to do with being paid pretty well and every week. Plus they give me a vehicle and fuel and all I have to do is drive around the country, which I really like to do.

I just don't like unhappy, low-level, big-ego, bad-attitude people shocking me.

 

Parked for the night. Tomorrow starts a 14-hour run to Allentown, due on Christmas Eve Day. Then I drop and hook for another almost-1,000 mile run back West.

I think I might be the only WEL driver working over Christmas, so I get the long legs. Awww...throw me in that briar patch, Bre'r Rabbit!

 

I was there later! I think our company must own stock in a leg...