My yesterday was busy.

My truck driver I had given an opportunity, pooped on me. He did not have the experience or expertise to really qualify for the job, but since he had previously run a forklift for me and done a decent job, I gave him a chance.

He left me high and dry. In fact he was supposed to come on Monday night. We had talked late Monday afternoon and I gave him a pep talk about getting his turns done quicker. Usually a complete turn takes four hours, he was taking as much as six. That meant in twelve hours he was only doing two compared to all others doing three. The major affect was on the bottom line of his pay check because he is on a percentage pay. As it turns out he went to the truck, started it, turned it off, gather all his personal belongings and went back to the trailer. He told my forklift operator he didn't feel well. When I woke yesterday I found cotton stacked on every trailer and on the ground. I felt of the truck and knew it had not run all night, then went to the driver's trailer and he had already fled (which was probably a good thing). I crawled in the truck and hit the road. I made one turn in three hours and forty-five minutes and the other in four hours! The problem wasn't the equipment!

Before I off loaded the first load, we had a driver in route to take over after my second load.

The driver who quit never called or talked with me. This is what really gets me bent. My trailer and this man's trailers are less than fifty feet apart. He could easily have come over and said he was quitting. I guess it is just a hispanic mentality because Frank the plant Superintendent says it happens to him quite often.

This morning the brother-in-law of the man who quit called me telling me the man had left me a note. In short strokes he said the man wasn't happy with his pay last week. I don't know why he thinks I am responsible, when you are on commission its up to you to get the job done. Add to this the fact that he only worked five days when six were available and he still made right at six hundred dollars (take home). Of course that is about two thirds of what he could have made, and this week you would have added a seventh day. You just can't 'splain some things to some people.

I know the man didn't like being away from his family. I can understand this. But he called me asking for the job..

On the Sweetwater end, the truck pusher Fred had hired before he died, finally showed his true colors. This man had been mad ever since he learned he was not going to be the head man. He had put in place an elaborate maze of lies and untruths to both vendors and customers and tried to do the absolute most harm he could do before he left. Now they are inventory-ing amid claims of tools and inventory being sold. It would also appear there are many improprieties in some of his business deals and of course his lies try to implicate anyone else. I am in hopes that substantial charges will be brought against this redneck racist from across the Red River and that justice will be served. I also believe that many of his lies are libel and that civil action would be justified.

I could say I told you so but I won't.

I will say that the man is very lucky Fred is not here, because the man would not be. Of course if Fred had been here the man probably wouldn't have tried to do what he did.

This man's name is Darryl Bischoff, he drives a junky white Dodge pickup registered in Oklahoma that is equipped with a service bed that is not quite right, he is loud, vulgar and abusive and usually has a small cigar stuck in the corner of his mouth, has a red motley complexion, reddish hair (what he has left) and wears some kind of old felt material pimp daddy looking hat. If your know of his whereabouts, please notify the authorities!

I could complain if I was pushed to.

Thanks for listening, I needed to vent.

I just hope my today is better. When the day started we were A-O-K on every front. I know the dock has already changed for the worst. If things go well we will go into Midland to secure some parts and supplies!

Have a day.

Oh FATHER, rescue me!