Whoopee Do Do!

That would say it all about my Saturday, Sunday and early Monday!

It seemed as all any one could or wanted to do involved pulling me away from my computer which meant putting me more behind on truck and driver settlements. One driver wanted to call and argue with me about the numerical sequence on his load. He told me "That Mexican boy told me to sign out on those numbers, but he wrote them down wrong!" I told the driver, "I spent from 7am. to 11 am. on the dock, grouping numbers and I am the Mexican boy who wrote those numbers down so stop arguing and sign the damn sheet and leave!"

Minutes later this same man called me and told me he could not make his fuel card work. Although he apologized, I told him if I didn't complete pay settlements, I would put out a note telling everyone else it was this driver's fault!

Saturday night I had a driver run out of fuel twenty-four miles from the compound. Call me crazy but I am not sympathetic about running out of fuel!

Sunday afternoon saw that same truck have an air line weighed down by ice rub on the drive-line and begin leaking, causing the spring brake to apply itself, right in the middle of the road. Julio and I made a run down there to get the damaged hose and return to make a new one when we found that you could not access the other end of the hose without removing the trailer. To remove the trailer you had to be able to drive the truck from under it. With the brakes applied we could not adjust the brake to back it off, so we finally opted to drive the pins from the brake chamber control arm. It allowed us to drive back to the compound where we dropped the loaded trailer and removed and replaced the line. Four hours later.

Last but not least, in the wee hours of Monday morning the only night bale driver who has worked the last week called me telling me he had an engine issue. Apparently the turbo was going out and he limped in to Sweetwater before parking the truck at the yard. I have no idea what he wanted me to do, I guess I could have told him to let me talk with that engine. It is almost like he expected me to fix it remotely.

I had called Jake late Sunday evening to see if Eli, their night man, was going to run (Wayne had given him off since Tuesday) and Jake told me he would make a call. In a minute Eli called me and said Wayne had put him on seed last night. Wayne is the dumb ass who thinks he knows what is going on but really has his head up his ass. Speaking of ass, I have reached my limit with him and now I have Wayne down for a deluxe ass whipping next time I see him. Wayne can talk the talk but when it comes to backing it up he can't and he doesn't even have the backbone to answer his phone. In the future if I refer to Darryl Junior you need to know I am referring to Wayne!

If I have to make a change out here, the blame will fall squarely on Wayne's inability to follow protocol.

This morning finds us way behind again. I have summoned help. From here it is really simple. You either put up or shut up. The ball is in their court, either play it or get out of the way!

I am so tired of being jerked around in multiple directions as the result of stupid decisions. My program has not changed, my expectations have not changed. Everyone needs to just shut up and toe the line.

The proof is in the pudding!

FATHER, I need a lot of help here!