Just a few points for y'all to think about while you're reading about all the nasty trainers. Let me preface things by telling you that I no longer train anybody. Anyways, there are a few "rules" for trainees. 1. Show up prepared. I don't have time for you to "organize" yourself for 3 ior 4 hours. We have a load that needs to be delivered/picked up. 2. I am your trainer, not your mother. I do not want to hear your life story, your personal problems, your sex life and preferences in the first hour. We may be together for awhile, stuff will or will not come up in that time. 3. Don't decide to "reorganize" my truck for me or for your convenience. You are a "guest" in my "living quarters" not my "life partner". 4. You are not gonna get the majority of wheel time right off the bat. I'll ease you into it for the first couple of days because I have to be sure I can trust you with my life first. I didn't get to be this old by being stupid. 5. Pay attention when I tell you something; write it down if you like. No, I don't want to hear what the school or your great aunt Matilda told you. This is the real world of trucking. There's no "grading curve" or "averages" out here. You either can or can't cut it; that's all. 6. Control your money. I am neither a bank or a loan company. I am not required to feed, clothe or bathe you. Nor will I "lend you my phone" to call all your relatives. 7. I listen to Country, Rush and Co, and religious programs. Get used to it. Reprogram my radio and you will be walking home... period. 8. No, I will not trade sex for a good report. The offer will get you sitting on the roadside with your thumb out... if you're lucky. 9. A very few will be given my phone number for use in a tight or uncertain situation. Do not call me when you're "lonesome" or "bored". Remember that I'm hundreds of miles away. 10. Don't get impatient. I wanna get rid of you just as much as you wanna be rid of me. So buckle down and do your best and we both might live through this deal.
Thankyew, now it's time for ol' Kitty to get back to work..... alls the time singin'...... Ain't gonna train no more. Ain't gonna train no more. I'll sleep real good like an old trucker should 'Cause I ain't gonna train no more. All together now......
No need to reprogram just set it to what you want but don't change the buttons. at least thats the way I read it
Nope, it means just what it said. Rap Crap or "Progressive" junk in my truck means you best know how to fly. Awww, I do listen to NPR when there's nothing but local Swap Shop available. Hell, I can always sing or talk to my voices.
...country is good, but I prefer rock...60-70's rock...and some modern...as for cRap, well it is...but you have reminded me...it ain't my truck...listen to what the driver/trainer wants. I can listen to what I want when I'm assigned my own.
I trained for one year. Among some of the trainees I had were: 1. The guy who could not go to sleep without the TV on. Under any circumstance. Didn't matter what was on... 2. The guy who could not do anything....ANYTHING...how the heck did he even pass the road test to get as far as he did? 3. One of my last (the proverbial "straw that broke the camel's back") was the guy who thought he was cool. Two fingers on the steering wheel, laid back in the seat, waving to every truck that rolled past us. I watched this for a few miles before correcting him. Later, he also appeared to selectively regurgitate olives from a Subway sandwich, and he had zero concept of how to back. Zero. We're talking pulling up about 50 yards to do a straight back, and that is not an exaggeration. I was not training at Schneider. This was a company that did not run their own school. I decided I'd rather have the time to myself.
My goal is to shut up and soak up as much as I can from a trainer and try not to piss them off. Just go with the flow, it's a short time you're together anyway...in most cases.