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Fucking truth right here!
Shit is to dangerous for me
Fucking truth right here!
Shit it's fall allergy season here now!
Had the same inguinal done. Doc said I should be mostly g2g in a couple weeks. But to really take easy the first couple days.
That jive with your experience?
I didn’t know they made Clamato with wine.Shit is to dangerous for me
I would not be able to speak.
Wine will fuck you up
Slow and steady wins the race.
Wherever you go it is likely the same.
I took a longish break myself earlier this summer.
Back with the same outfit, in the very same truck, and a way better dispatcher.
Running as hard as he can keep me busy.
With this economy, grab what you can - while you can...
In bumfuck MS tonight, tomorrow too likely - have an expedited load scheduled for pick up on Sunday in AR.
Headed to MN (going to be a busy boy with that one)...
Many years ago I decided on a two drink limit for any work related stuff.In, had to talk in front of about 400 people yesterday, and have some very in depth conversations with important people about work related stuff.
I may need to take a break from drinking, because the night before I drank wine(don't drink wine often) and was hungover as fuck. Had people compliment me on my talk and dealt with all the big wigs flawlessly.
Or they are all just idiots, and have a bunch of letters after their names...
Drinking some beer with the wife. Work tomorrow.
Many years ago I decided on a two drink limit for any work related stuff.
1) I got tired of feeling like shit.
2) I was afraid if what I might say.
No regerts. It was one of my better career decisions.
Friends are good, they own a backhoe and own 5 sections of land!Bigun needs better friends
Lets just say I grabbed a load Wednesday 230ish afternoon from Nogales, AZ.Quoted for truth. I'm in LTL, coming from tanker world it was a big change. But it all has pluses and minuses. Overall, I think the company is ok, but local management is a pig fuck. I've thought about switching to line haul, its a night gig.
Dispatch out around 8, probably shutting down around 6:30 or 7. Right around 525 miles every night, couple drop n hooks, might put one or two sets together, you get paid for it all.
Local management doesn't really play a role, I'd have a regional dispatcher. Still home everyday.
But I'm a bitch now, I really don't like night hauls anymore.
In regional tank hauling liquids, or when I ran fuel, nights were my jam. Just don't dig it anymore.
Dunno, ill at least stick around to see if they fire my manager.
But I agree its mostly the same everywhere
Santa,1. Don't give a fuck about that, it's a coping mechanism.
2. Woke SF bay area org. I've learned to bite my tounge and just state facts. They can't argue that.
3. We are supposed to be a non political org. Our new President started out with "woman, not only woman but woman of color for prez. yada yada." I've already had staff approach me and say NOT OK for him to do that.
4. My real work has just started as their (my staffs) leader, I need to bring it to his attention. I'm proud of them!
5. I will and I may end up unemployed, but fuck-it. Change has to start somewhere.
EDIT: I also pissed off another person who was upset I refused to admit I had "white privilege" and lost her shit when I asked her if she was judging me on the color of my skin.
It's going to be a fun year. I'm trying to turn the ship from within.
Dad was running LTL from Alb. to Seattle, back before cell phones he would call before he left a pickup or delivery to see if there was anything before his next stop. He had hurt his elbow and could lift anything so I was riding with him truck should have had 2 drivers, but they couldn't find anyone who would do the run, (Cue multiple log books) He called in and dispatcher asked did you pick up the onion rings dad what onion rings turns out it was a 85 miles back, the unload all the refregerated to get to the frozen load 4 pallets of onion rings then reload call again then carry on. When we got to Seattle dad took me in to introduce me to the safty man who then introduced me to the dispatcher dad went out to sleep. I went back in to the dispatcher and explained to him that my dad was already running on the ragged edge because they could find a second driver, and that if my dad was ever involved in an accident caused by his shitting dispatching I would be back. I was still Bigun with the body builder size at the time.Back with the same outfit, in the very same truck, and a way better dispatcher.
My pops used to run pretty hard, both of us boys got his genes for that sort of work.Dad was running LTL from Alb. to Seattle, back before cell phones he would call before he left a pickup or delivery to see if there was anything before his next stop. He had hurt his elbow and could lift anything so I was riding with him truck should have had 2 drivers, but they couldn't find anyone who would do the run, (Cue multiple log books) He called in and dispatcher asked did you pick up the onion rings dad what onion rings turns out it was a 85 miles back, the unload all the refregerated to get to the frozen load 4 pallets of onion rings then reload call again then carry on. When we got to Seattle dad took me in to introduce me to the safty man who then introduced me to the dispatcher dad went out to sleep. I went back in to the dispatcher and explained to him that my dad was already running on the ragged edge because they could find a second driver, and that if my dad was ever involved in an accident caused by his shitting dispatching I would be back. I was still Bigun with the body builder size at the time.
Next week the safety guy starts in on me wanting to know what I said to his dispatcher to cause him to quit! I told him you have my dad running on the ragged edge and that asshole kept making him backtrac, basically I did the job you should as "The safety Man"!!
We would leave Alb Monday evening stop in Colorado springs to pick up whole blood, that paid for the trip to Seattle. Then we would hit Salt Lake to the terminal there, then on to Seattle. Get to Seattle early Thursday morning Dad would sleep all day, leave that night then all the way down we would stop at different places in Idaho picking up fish one place was just a flat spot where they parked a bobtail that we had to back up to and transfer the load. Sunday morning we would be back in Alb unloading.
Dad was a coffee drink watched him brew it as he was driving!My pops used to run pretty hard, both of us boys got his genes for that sort of work.
He is retired, doesn't drive at all anymore (40 plus year professional career).
I remember being on the road with him one time. We had multiple deliveries on that So Cal run, 34hrs straight we stayed awake, I made sure to keep him company.
Multiple log books of course. Then we crashed hard for a few...
My rule of thumb is once I start zoning out I am parked.
Power nap of 45min, or up to a few hrs of sleep, I do not drink coffee much.
I do alternate between spits-chewing gum-Pilot sells energy chocolates loaded with caffeine, those damn things give me 3-4hrs when they kick in (not something I indulge in a lot).
Not a soda guy, or an energy drink user either.
Some of my friends are shocked to learn that, and the mileage I cover
Its a horrible lifestyle Bigun, last I read average lifespan for a truck driver is early 60s.Dad was a coffee drink watched him brew it as he was driving!
More than one time I sat there as he took a pillow laid in on the wheel and took a nap, running like that I always felt caused him to die early. He never got to enjoy his second retirement he turned 68 in Dec and died in March
Nephew is running contaner loads for Hobby Lobby, from the Dallas area to OK he leaves in the morning and gets back in that same evening. When those quit he runs tires mostly out to Alabama and back. My folks hit all 48 hauling frieght with North American, when I was in college they woul stop and I would meet them at the truckstop dads favorite thing was to sit at the back and watch the other drivers when I reached out and grabbed the roof of my Mustang and haul myself out. Something about 24 inch biceps caused a stir!Its a horrible lifestyle Bigun, last I read average lifespan for a truck driver is early 60s.
I wouldn't want to try working on a vehicle on that streach of road either.I go to sit her for 3 hours waiting on AAA to get their head out of their ass. I think fuel pump, but not doing any diagnostics pinned against the guardrail. At least there were lots of veterans keeping me company. And to add a comment from the DRT thread, I actually had someone pull over in this death zone and ask if I needed any help.
Its a horrible lifestyle Bigun, last I read average lifespan for a truck driver is early 60s.
My pops is 74 now.
For me this is a means to an end thing, helps that I am decent at it, and am very comfortable with navigation/electronics/mechanical. Also comfortable dealing with all types of people/different situations.
I never pickup/deliver to a same place. Always an adventure, or a fight trying to figure shit out.
Once all the pieces of my plan come together I am going back to a more regular/normal type of work.
Utah house will be paid for/sold, TN is where I would like to be come summer '26.
Im the meantime I grind away...
Obviously different careers and industries. I never had to deal with political or social issues. Good luck.1. Don't give a fuck about that, it's a coping mechanism.
2. Woke SF bay area org. I've learned to bite my tounge and just state facts. They can't argue that.
3. We are supposed to be a non political org. Our new President started out with "woman, not only woman but woman of color for prez. yada yada." I've already had staff approach me and say NOT OK for him to do that.
4. My real work has just started as their (my staffs) leader, I need to bring it to his attention. I'm proud of them!
5. I will and I may end up unemployed, but fuck-it. Change has to start somewhere.
EDIT: I also pissed off another person who was upset I refused to admit I had "white privilege" and lost her shit when I asked her if she was judging me on the color of my skin.
It's going to be a fun year. I'm trying to turn the ship from within.
Beast,3-4 years from retirement to death was what I've always heard.
It starts out as a means to an end, but never seems to stop there. Gets into your blood and you can't shake it.
I made it 4 months trying to work local before going back on the road. Figured I'd try and have a life, get shit done around the house and shop, make some headway on projects... Nope. Fuckin miserable right up until I got back out on the highway.
I used to like driving at nightBut I'm a bitch now, I really don't like night hauls anymore.
As someone who did state inspections requiring me to see which beams were high/low on cars. I agree. I see people with high beams on all the time now, plus those stupid 5000k lights that skull fuck your eyesI used to like driving at night
back when halogens were the maximum eyeball-searing headlights out there and people generally understood what the blue headlight picture on the dash meant
now? I just get angry at idiots for being idiots
Dam, that sucks. Sit back and watch them party like they did in 2008. They will probably do something stupid.EDIT: I also pissed off another person who was upset I refused to admit I had "white privilege" and lost her shit when I asked her if she was judging me on the color of my skin.
It's going to be a fun year. I'm trying to turn the ship from within.
I ran hard in regional tank, family outfit, run hard get paid. Sometimes I miss it. But I'm a family guy, come from a engineering background, before driving I worked a 7-3 schedule. I never really adjusted to "being out there". Big part of what led me to local work in LTL, its m-f.Its a horrible lifestyle Bigun, last I read average lifespan for a truck driver is early 60s.
Once all the pieces of my plan come together I am going back to a more regular/normal type of work.
3-4 years from retirement to death was what I've always heard.
It starts out as a means to an end, but never seems to stop there. Gets into your blood and you can't shake it.
I made it 4 months trying to work local before going back on the road. Figured I'd try and have a life, get shit done around the house and shop, make some headway on projects... Nope. Fuckin miserable right up until I got back out on the highway.
Whiskey Myers is the shit.Beast,
I hear you on that.
Certain amount of freedom, and not dealing with others in close quarters is what I like too.
There is a song: Stone by Whiskey Meyers
First couple verses are:
And the night is my companion,
And the highway is my home