Yesterday's mantra seems to be on track to become the theme of the week. At my dispatcher's insistence, I started my 14-hr clock and went over to Cherokee this morning to wait my turn for an empty trailer. Along with 578854429 other Wolding drivers. Wolding had plenty of drivers bringing loads into Cherokee, but when it came to getting us out of Cherokee, their exit strategy was about as well thought out as Bernard Madoff's. I'm not sure what the deal was with our customer, but they were hanging on to our trailers like they were worth their weight in gold.
While enjoying a nap, I got beeped. Figures. Do I want a load going to Texarkana and then Wisconsin? Um, yes. 1000+ miles sounded much better than 160 miles. Turned out, another driver picked-up the load this morning, but needed to be home soon, so he dropped it off in Cherokee and took my place in line for an empty. Lucky me.
Had I not started my 14-hr clock this morning, I could have gone all the way to Texarkana; instead, I've stopped here for the night after two failed attempts to find parking. Stopped to get fuel - full. Pulled into a rest area - full. After cruising down the road a few more miles, I happened upon a small truckstop with a few spots left. Works for me.
Oh, and that whole waiting thing? Plenty more of that in the cards, just in case you were thinking everything was starting to work out for this here trucker. I deliver this load on the 1st but can't pick-up my next load until the 2nd. Ah well.
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