After leaving this morning, just after my 10-hr break was over, the goal was to get to the receiver by eleven; one hour ahead of my appointment. I wasn't wasting time and couldn't have gotten there any sooner. Which is why I found it amusing that I had to pull over and stop to read my "urgent" qualcomm message (can't use Qualcomm while vehicle is in motion) telling me to "get to the receiver ASAP and don't wait until noon!" Ok. I was gonna.
I ended up arriving at eleven-thirty, thanks to a construction zone snafu. Apparently, another truck driver had two flat tires, and instead of pulling off at one of the 9,743,247 truckstops before the two-lane, jersey-barrier laden construction zone, opted to mosey through it. So the kind, patient, and understanding souls (not really) on the CB radio said, anyway.
After being unloaded, I made my way downtown to the shipper for my next load. My appointment wasn't until six this evening, but I didn't have anything else to do. It couldn't hurt to try, right?after checking in almost five hours early, I was told to wait in the dirt lot and they'd call my cell phone when they were ready for me. Fine with me; my book was just reaching it's climax, so I was content to read the afternoon away. And I did. When six o'clock rolled around with nary a phone call, I headed back to the shipping office. "Oh yeah, you can back into door three." What I said was, "Thanks." What I was thinking was, "Now or three hours ago?"
After backing in, I felt a few bumps in the back and then it settled down. A while later I had finished my book. Well, nobody has come to give me my paperwork, so I guess I should fix some dinner. Of course, as soon as I take a bite of my sandwich, there's a pounding on my door. My fourteen-hour clock was almost up, so I'll be hanging out here until the morning. I'm supposed to deliver in Kentucky Friday.
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