Crumbling Block?

Well, let’s see if the writer’s bock I have can crumble with the start of this entry.

Yesterday had to be the most stressful day I’ve had in a long time. It started out alright – I woke up, which is always a good thing – but then took a turn for the worse when I called payroll.

See, there’s this thing they have going on called “a new company to deal with.” Meaning, the President and CEO of the company purchased a new company to add into the coffers of Perkins Specialized Transportation and, interestingly enough, decided on a flatbed company.

Well, last Friday I finished a load that went Pharr, TX to San Francisco, CA to Bothell, WA (a suburb of Seattle) and was unable to get my trip turned into a TripPak box or scanned before midnight of Friday. So, I got up early on Saturday and headed for the nearest truck stop that had scanning and scanned my paperwork in. No problem, right?

Wrong.

Obviously, there’s a new issue with payroll and the fact that they want to change the rules yet again and did not want to pay me for the work I had done. I threatened them with dropping my loaded trailer and bobtailing home. Mind you, I was in Portland, OR at the time. I did eventually get paid.

So, in response to this, I am leaving this company within two weeks. I have already filled out an application with a company that had told me that they will pay me 39 cents per mile (cpm) and I can do my orientation in Indianapolis, IN…where, coincidentally, I will be turning in my truck. How convenient is that?

Oh yeah, while I was stopped yesterday waiting to find out if I was going to get paid or not, I walked into the truck stop, refilled my cup, walked to the register and asked for a pack of “Marlboro Light 100’s in the box.” Fortunately, I realized what I was doing was not something that I had thought of in a long time and I had the cashier take those off of the purchase price and return them to the shelf where they belong. Apparently, it was a reaction to the stress that I was under yesterday. No, I did NOT smoke at all.

Jules, thanks for tagging me with the “think positive” thing, but the only positive thing I can come up with right now is this:

I didn’t kill anyone around me yesterday.

I know that’s against the rules, but, for the time being, I’m in my “don’t give a f*ck mood.” It’s not aimed at anyone in particular (except maybe the owner of Perkins) so no one needs to get their knickers in a twist. WTF are “knickers” anyway?

Riverwolf