When it rains....

Man, did I sleep good last night. By the time I finally rolled out of bed and peeled the curtains back, it was almost time for Car Talk on NPR. Yep, looks like it's going to be a good day despite the dreary weather. With the understanding that I didn't have to deliver until 4pm, which was confirmed by the broker and my pre-plan, I spent the morning and early afternoon relaxing at the truck stop. 'Cause, you know, there's not much else to do. I generally like to arrive about an hour early for my appointments, so I headed out after lunch and arrived just before 3pm. Not bad, right? Well, you see, there are several ways to ruin an opportunity to spend your Saturday relaxing at home. Turns out, one of them is waiting all day at a truck-stop to make your afternoon delivery, only to arrive for your delivery appointment 9 hours late. After being informed by the guard that receiving hours were from 6am-2pm and I was supposed to be there at 6am, any protest I had to their refusal to unload me pretty much became inconsequential. I made a call to the broker, who spoke with the receiver's customer service department, but ultimately the appointment has to be rescheduled. Oh well. They told me to be there by 4pm and I was. I informed the weekend dispatcher, who told me to go home as scheduled.

The wound was pretty deep, but that wasn't good enough for Atlanta. Apparently Atlanta ran out of salt to pour on my wound (must've been all that snow and ice), but there was no shortage of traffic. Maybe it was just a twisted way to welcome me home, but sitting in stop-and-go traffic on I-285 doesn't make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Despite the hang-ups, I parked the truck and made it home, where I'm sure to enjoy my time even more now.