Grumblings

"I can't get from the cab to the curb without some little jerk on my back..." Pretenders "Middle of the Road"


Yeah, so I'm back from vacation; it was really nice to get away. Me and the family unit went to
Starved Rock State Park here in Illinois. Really nice, very peaceful. We all got a little bit of what we wanted; my wife got pampered, my daughter got to go swimming, and I got to commune with nature a little bit. Then, I came back! Uggg! They changed the routes around again, so, I'm not going to Cheeseland any more (yay!), but I'm out in central Iowa again. Here's what happened: I pull out of the dock, and I notice the reefer is completely dead, won't come on at all.
So, I have to get re-loaded into another trailer, an hour delay. So now I'm behind the gun, so to speak. I guess it could be worse, but man, that first day just friggin' kills me. These company stores (and I've bitched about them before) just don't quit. The one in Machesney Park is the worst, not because of their ordering, but they've torn up the street you use to get back into the parking lot, and you just can't get back there any more. Like a dummy, I tried, and I made it, but wound up scraping up against a dumpster, knocking off a marker light on the side of the truck. So, after delivering their 200 pieces in 85 degree heat and humidity (yes, even at 8:30 in the morning, sweat was pouring off me), now I have to bring the truck in to have the marker replaced. I must have lost 10lbs that day! Then, because I had to blow off the Rockford store, I had to start earlier on Wed., go do that store at 3:00am, then run off to Dubuque. I told my bosses that we would have to deliver the Machesney store from the front, which is difficult during the day (busy strip mall), so it looks like a night-time delivery.
I know, I know, I sound like just another guy bitching about his job. But damn! They make it so difficult, ya know? I shouldn't be this hard. The good thing is, I've been to all these stores before, so I kind of know what to expect. I mean, there may be a few minor changes here & there, but it's pretty much the same, for the most part. But, sad to say, I'm not making it out to Des Moines, to see the lovely Marissa. I sent her a birthday card and all, but still not a peep from her, so I guess I'll just have to write her off. Chances are I won't be heading out that way, but it's still possible I suppose. They told me if the Nebraska driver was over-weight, that I'd have to catch his overflow, so perhaps I'll get a chance to see her again, I dunno. That would be really nice, but I'm also a realist, and, in the grand scheme of things, it really doesn't matter much.
Anyway, I've had the chance to run into some of my other favorite Iowans, so that's cool.
Now I'm getting back on Thur. about noon or so, and I rest up to do my local route in the city and 'burbs. I got there early, 'cause I finished early, but I forgot the first store in Chicago doesn't close'til 11:00, so I get there at 11:20, and they're just shutting the place down. I had to sit there for 40min. before I could start delivering. Then, I had a special stop in Rolling Meadows, before heading out to Hoffman Estates, the two Aurora stores I also do on my Iowa run, and finally, Chicago Heights. See, I used to do this route many moons ago, but it was on Friday night/Saturday morning, which is a lot different than Thursday night/Friday morning. There's a lot more traffic on the weekday, so as you're moving from middle of the night to morning, you have more traffic to deal with. It's ok if you're going the opposite direction, but with early morning rush in Chicago, it can take forever, especially with the construction zones on the toll roads. And, as I've said before, I hate delays! It's one of the worst parts about this job; I want to get in and out of these places, and especially the last couple of stores, get done before the workers start coming in and bossing you around. Sometimes the delays are unavoidable (like traffic); there's nothing you can do but grit your teeth and bear it. The one really nice thing about finishing up in Chicago Heights is that you're on the south side, and Ryder is just up the street (they opened up the fuel islands early, after telling us it would be two months). You don't even have to get back onto the expressway if you don't want to; it's a leisurely drive back to Cal City. So, that's something to look foreward to, as you move through the night and into the morning. We'll see how it works out.

More soon,


Steve