How about a nice story of the last few days of my fabulous life?

Well, last week I had two loads, and my second load got a little behind schedule because I had to head down to allentown PA for a meeting with a safety twit after my accident taking out the telephone pole earlier this month. I told my boss Brandon that I didn't think I'd be on time with the load I was assigned for after my meeting in allentown. He dismissed my concerns as unfounded. I did in fact get behind schedule on the load but not too terribly so and I got reasonably caught up. So on thursday I was headed back up to the DC in Rome Ny when I get some beeps on my qualcomm, the satellite communication, that my preassigned load had been removed. The load that was removed had been a pretty sweet one, four stops, two in a couple of towns south of albany, then Pittsfield Ma and Bennington Vt. Decently paying load that got me home. The load I got instead was to deliver on sunday and monday, instead of thursday and friday as the removed load had been. It was also for Poughkeepsie NY, the Bronx and Brooklyn, three of the worst areas that the Family Dollar account has to offer. And to top it all off, the new load wasn't even ready for me to pick up. I wasted an afternoon sitting on my ass at a rest area waiting for the load to be ready to pick up, and I finally got a message on my qualcomm that the load would not be ready till after midnight. So then I faced the unhappy dilemma of wasting a night sitting at the rest area, or wasting time and possibly catching hell wasting fuel, running home and running back to pick up the load on sunday and deliver it. I chose the latter, just because It worked out to an extra night at home with my cats.

So Sunday I headed out pick up the load, driving through a pretty shitty winter storm, and brought it down to the first stop in poughkeepsie. No big problems, I had driven past that particular store on a previous occasion and I knew where it was. Then today my first stop was in the bronx. Not too bad either. The store was right were it was supposed to be. As were the exits and roads that were supposed to get me there. Yay!

Then comes the crappy part. Part III of this load is the exact reason why I cannont enjoy my weekends before I head into NYC because of the anxiety I feel about going there. First I got kind of fucked up heading down to 278, the bronx-queens expressway. Then I managed to get on it. I kept seeing signs telling my trucks over 12'6" couldn't pass, they had to take exits 40 or 41. Initially I chickened out, even though I know that the whole state of NY posts underpasses a foot lower than they acually are. A map persusal revealed that that wasn't going to work, So I got back on the BQE, encouraged by the other big rigs I saw coming the other way.

A problem was now about to come up. My directions indicated I was to take exit 30 onto flushing ave. I discovered, to my dismay, that at least westbound on 278, exit 30 does not exist. Oops. I also discovered later on that Flushing ave is a one way and even if exit 30 does exist like if you were headed eastbound, you still could not take it from 278 to the place I needed to get to.

So having little other alternative I took exit 29 and fucked around until I got onto atlantic ave, after missing streets that I couldn't see, some of which my GPS showed me and I missed because I was too stressed out trying to not go down some street I wasn't supposed to bring a big rig down, and passing streets that I couldn't take because they were either one ways, or because they had construction barriers that would prevent me from taking the corner. I did some very improper things to get onto atlantic ave, from which I was able to navigate to the store. then I had to take another half hour to get the truck around the block. So I got to behind the store at 430 pm when I had been scheduled for 2pm. So I got into the store and talked to the manager and he refused to unload the truck because he is forbidden by his district manager to have his back door open after 5pm because it's a bad neighborhood.

So right now I'm at the vince lombardi service area waiting to go back to the store tomorrow morning. Total of about four days I've wasted on this load.

I'me feeling very stressed out and disrespected right now, I do not know NYC and those directions completely fucked me up. and then I couldn't deliver the fucking load. I'm going over the conversation I want to have with my boss brandon over and over again, I'm planning to tell him that I will never ever again do an NYC load. The extra 40 bucks for entering NYC is not even close to worth it. I might not be able to keep doing the family dollar account, but if that's the case I'll run 48 states until the end of january, when I'll either get some local job or if my accident record prevents that, I'll deliver fucking pizzas.

Mmmmmm, pizza.

It's still possible that coca cola will come through. But they take fucking forever to do anything.

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Couple nights ago I dreamed that I was having sex with Angelina Jolie. I was so horny I thought I was going to come just from her touching me. But we actually started doing it, until someone walked in and interrupted us. Damn.

Right now my life just feels like stupidity and stress and nothingness. Sure would have been nice to have had halfway supportive parents, no ADD. Just have some ordinary job and ordiary life.