whats up with angry mega company driver that like to scream?

You know humans are a peculiar & funny bunch, said the birds watching them.

 

Ah, nothing a stroke or heart attack won't take care of in a few years...let nature take its course.

 

Makes me dehidrated. Probably would need to eat a ham sandwich and use a snow cone to cool down too

 

Well, getting sent to a shipper to be told that the load was cancelled two weeks ago, telling the night dispatcher, them telling you "they're checking on it" and not hearing back from them two hours later, tends to make people a little persnickety.

 

Simple solution: get your time in, and go find a private fleet that treats you better. Why stay working at a place where you're miserable? I don't understand the punishment people put up with. If something about the place you're working makes you angry, leave. A CDL and a clean MVR is virtually guaranteed employment.

 

There are a lot of people you are going to meet that are just plain miserable people. Nothing is ever to their liking and they would ##### if hung with a new rope.

 

I was miserable when the ####### who was filling out his log book at the pumps blocked me in. I filled up. Payed. Used restroom and I still couldn't pull up. Asked him to move and he yelled at me that he was finishing filling out his log book. Truck behind me so I couldn't back out. I got a temper and sometimes really have to work at not loosing my cool. Had vision is putting my bar through his windshield. Held back. Took my phone out and took pic of him and his truck. He asked me what the f I thought I was doing. I said taking a pic and sending it to your company, the truck stop, and posting it on the internet. He swore again and left. Still gets me pissed then I think about it.

 

Between e-logs and dispatch a mega-crap driver is between a rock and a hard-###. Used to be a crap driver could just write paper to make his day work;no-longer. He cannot take his crappy pay, his crappy day, on a customer or dispatcher for fear of service failure so he takes it out on you.

 

An unfortunate family trait that I inherited is a hot head. I've worked on mine for many years but occasionally, especially on this job it rears its head. A few weeks ago it almost consumed me again in possibly the worst way.

I had just gotten stopped by a trooper for a missing mud flap. He ran me through a minimal inspection and wrote me a warning about the flap. Of course he advised me to stop at the first truck stop and get it fixed. I had been on the move that day for about five hours and not had a meal. I was on a tight schedule with the load I had but was planning to stop for a quick bite at the next stop. Fixing the flap, which of course I could do myself only took a few minutes but nearly all of the short break time I was going to have.

Well, heres where the demon that still dwells inside of me almost got the better. I pulled into the Flying J and stopped in the first open space I spotted. I jumped out, grabbed my tool box and spare mudflap and set to work. As I was struggling with a rusty bolt a driver strolled up and drawled " can ya fix it?" yeah sure I replied "Then he pointed out that I was sitting on wet pavement. "Well, your problem is you didn't park over ther where its dry. Now your gittin' all wet. means yer not as smart as ya look. Just wanted to let ya know that" As he strolled on his way to the store I stewed for about three seconds then crawled out from under my trailer. I took a few steps toward the heckler and tightened my grip on the wrench in my hand I drew back my arm and was ready to hurl it at the p####.
Then just in time I caught my self and dropped my arm and let the wrench fall to the deck.
The clown heard the clang of the wrench dropping and glanced back at me. He did a double take when he saw me standing up and hastened his stride to the c store.

I'm not saying he was lucky. It was me who was lucky that day. And not because he might have kicked my ### but because I almost let myself do the worst possible thing, lose control.