chikinhammr

I had a very surreal, fucked up, un Chaz-like day. I delivered a load, on time, only to find out the my next load, which I only have to drive 3 miles to get, doesn't pick up for 24 to 36 hours from my last drop. That means sitting on my ass not making money. The directions I had to my delivery were wrong. I drove right by the place I was delivering to only to look to my left and watch it go by. I took a very long, circuitous route back to the place, which included a stop at a railroad crossing. Well, a train was coming and had I been making a right turn, the crossing gate directly in front of me would have made sense. I wasn't going right at that intersection and crossing the tracks, I was going left and away from the tracks. Anyway, a car going through the intersection and skipping in line at the stop sign to beat the train forced me to stop. A car that pulled up behind me prevented me from backing up, and I was just a wee bit too close to the railroad crossing gate that was totally unnecessary for me. The crossing gate came down and rested on the top of the hood of my truck. I was surprised to see how gently it came down, and at the same time embarrassed that I was sitting there like a fucking moron with the crossing gate sitting on my hood. Not only that, but I was wondering how the hell I was going to explain the damage to the truck's hood to my company. Well, 3 very long and embarrassing minutes later, the gate came up and I was on my merry way, with just the tiniest scratch on the hood and no one the wiser. The little knick in the paint wasn't even worth calling the company for, and no one but you and I will know unless you rat me out, in which case I'm just fabricating an entertaining story.

So I delivered the beer. The beer I waited 10 hours for the shipper to load and then the receiver unloaded it in less than 10 minutes. Cool. I closed up the empty trailer doors and drive 3 miles to the Flying J and wait for my next load. 10 minutes later: Beep! My computer lets me know I have a message and Bingo, there's a load and it's only a mile from the truck stop to the shipper! Cool? No, not cool. It doesn't pick up til sometime between noon and midnight Tuesday. Now I'm all shitty and depressed and bored at the same time and I ate bad food and played my stupid computer games for 9 hours and I'm tired and have a headache and I'm a little Bitch. And my writing is disjointed and smelly. Opie and Anthony are on vacation, I didn't talk to any friends today and I intentionally missed my favorite radio show, Powershift. I really hope for the sake of the World that I'm in a better mood on Tuesday, or I will trigger the Apocalypse. I swear to Jesus I will.

Peace.