Well Doc give us stories then.PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE :P

[Doctor Who]

Originally Posted by sanchez498

Well Doc give us stories then.PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAASE :P

Well Dude, I figured by now you would have amassed a few of your own to add to the ever growing tales of Asphalt, Concrete, Cell Phone chatting, burger eating, kid screaming sights in your career as a "Manufactured Goods Relocation Specialist"

[ZeSweetTart]

Have spent the last 10 or so hours reading this topic. All I can say is, "Hoop Hoop Hooray!".

Doc, please consider placing me on your list of future book owners. Also, am pleased to see there is someone around who knows whom "Doctor Who" actually is! Long time fan, but alas Public Telly in this area no longer airs the shows.

This is the best board I have found during my search for info on Trucking. Although the stories are humorous, they are also insightful and tell a newbie more about the biz than all of the 'complaint' boards I have read on other sites.

You should all be congratulated. I am impressed with how well behaved everyone is.

I am in the process of studying for my written portion of the CDL class A. I will be attending the SNI school in Charlotte, NC, just as soon as I can save up enough money to pay the bills for two months! Was approved last year, but needed to wait for an old ticket to clear from my MVR which happened this past February.

Now have squeaky clean 3 year MVR. It took me awhile to figure out no matter how much dispatch pushed, he wasn't going to pay any speeding tickets, and the fleet manager only notices if the insurance company starts hollering about points. Seems they get upset about that little ole thang!

I have been working for a courier company in Atlanta for the past five years as an independent contractor driver. In other words pretty much swinging in the breeze all by my lonesome. So I can relate to a lot of the stories. Mayhaps I will have a few stories of my own to share with the board, if that is permitted?

I do have a question :?: How do you go about obtaining an avatar? I didn't see a way to accomplish that on the registration page.

ZeSweetTart :wink:

[ZeSweetTart]

As you can see I figured it out. Just a matter of scrolling far enough down the screen, duh!

ZeSweetTart ops:

[Doctor Who]

I have been working for a courier company in Atlanta for the past five years as an independent contractor driver. In other words pretty much swinging in the breeze all by my lonesome. So I can relate to a lot of the stories. Mayhaps I will have a few stories of my own to share with the board, if that is permitted?

Yes it is, I could use a break and would like to read about the trials and tribulations of Small Package Courier people. Back around page 3 or so I posted a story or two about doing a part time gig with the long DEFUNCT Purolator Courier. If I can ever find the journals from those adventures I'll post some more...

Mean while.........

[ZeSweetTart]

Had been working for about two years and was having a really bad day. Pouring down rain, hot and muggy, extremely busy day, civvys banging into each other like the bumper car ride at Six Flags, which made the always bad in the rain traffic plain miserable, lousy knockout tickets(runs that pretty much pay squat), rude receptionists, power trip security guards, long waits for parking at docks, and to top it off a huge disagreement with my dispatcher who was resorting to snide sexist remarks over the radio. We still had two ways back then.

Well yes sirree, there were things I wanted to say to that dispatcher which the fcc might frown upon if I said them over the airwaves. :evil: (am a redhead, nouf said) Besides all the other drivers were listening and despite the private call messages from some to tell the dude off, as the only female driver, I wasn't gonna do it over the airways to amuse my fellow drivers.

The fashion statement in Atlanta at the time was for young men to wear their britches falling off their butts with gowd awful looking boxers. Said boxers usually only started coverage well below where they should have been worn.

I was coming in from the South side of Atlanta on Boulevard to the office to tell off said dispatcher and was in a totally foul mood to the point of muttering to myself what I was going to tell the :arrow: :withstupid: when I got there. Bounced under that awful underpass near the cxx yard and proceeded to hit every light up to Ponce DeLeon, where of course I hit that light too. Suddenly it starts to pour again. Oh yeah, its rush hour also, 5:30 PM.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice this young guy start across the street from the Kentucky Fried just when the the gully washer hit full blast. So he's running and tries to pull his coat up over his head to keep the rain off his doo, and then it happened. His britches fall right down around his ankles in the middle of the intersection. He of course tries to grab the things and when he bent over the boxers went down to his knees and there he is in the middle of the street advertising to all the world! ops:

I couldn't help it. I swear I couldn't! I laughed out loud so hard it brought tears to my eyes which of course he couldn't help but hear. The look on his face as he finally managed to fumble his clothes into a more modest position and get out of the intersection made my mirth all the more intense.

Well, I chuckled about that all the way back to the office and never did say a word to my dispatcher.

All goes to show you, laughter can be a miracle for all most anything, even an extremely angry redheaded female!
:roll: :twisted:

Originally Posted by Doctor Who

Well Dude, I figured by now you would have amassed a few of your own to add to the ever growing tales of Asphalt, Concrete, Cell Phone chatting, burger eating, kid screaming sights in your career as a "Manufactured Goods Relocation Specialist"

True enough. But my writing skills lack greatly.

[ZeSweetTart]

It was the middle of a day loaded with hot runs all over the metro map. Alpharetta to ATL airport, Jackson to Cartersville, Decatur to Norcorss to Marietta. A rare good $$ day after six months of KO's. Had been on the road driving for about eight hours with about three or four more til the end of the day.

Made a quick stop at the QT on Pleasantdale Rd and proceeded back on the 85 ramp to 285 west. You have to cut across about 6 lanes to actually get on 285WB. I looked in my mirrors and increased my speed with each lane change to fit into the fast moving moderately heavy traffic. Kept watching my mirrors and over my shoulder, coming over one lane at a time as usual, when all of a sudden someone right behind me hit an angry horn.

I checked to see what all the fuss was about and a little red sports car was suddenly right on my bumper. This guy had been behind me on the entrance ramp. Evidently he thought my speed of 65 joining the rest of the traffic wasn't fast enough and had tried to get into the next lane and go around me at the same time I was coming over. Apparently it ticked him off.

Now I know most of you are aware of the way everyone speeds in and around Atlanta. These folks seem to all have a death wish. Not unusual for everyone to be going 70+ in a 55. Well, I'm not one to play traffic cop, so I go back over a lane to get out of this crazy man's way.

Well he was in a rage and decided to follow me. Tried slowing down to get him to pass, but that didn't work either. So I just figured well I gotta get on 285 so I'm just gonna do it and ignore the guy.

Well this maniac proceeds to dog me when we get on the main highway. Moved to the left one lane, he follows me. Moved back to the right and slow down to 45 and he follows me and stays on my bumper. Move over a lane and he passes me, so I figure okay he's over it and going on his way. No such luck. He gets right in front of me and slams on his brakes. So I think this guy is a real nut and I pass him. He speeds up and gets back on my bumper again. I tried every little thing I could think of to get rid of this guy and nothing was working. So I figured I got to get away from this idiot and move over 3 lanes and speed up to 80 with the rest of the traffic in that lane figuring I'll lose him or he'll give up.

Does no good at all and he is taking chances cutting in and out of traffic causing all sorts of near accidents. By now I am getting very concerned about him causing a massive pileup and I don't want to be in the middle of it and spoil my clean record. Better to slow down and try to keep him away from as many others as I can. Nothing I do seems to deter this madman from acting like a two year old having a tantrum and he is scaring me by now.

We are coming up in the third from right lane with a lot of rigs bunched pretty close together in the two lanes to the right. I had noticed the trucks slowing down and bunching together and didn't think too much about it as I was way too busy watching out for my Nemesis in the little red sports car. Well those truckers must have been on the CB watching the little drama being played out around them and talking amongst themselves. As I am coming up along side the outside truck he waves me in front of him from his window.

Thankfully I pull over in front of him and much to my surprise they box me in so the nut couldn't get at me. I got a rig in front, a rig in back, a rig to my right, and a rig to my left. Believe it or not the idiot in the sports car tried to muscle his way into the pack to continue to bug me, but my heroes stood fast and wouldn't let him in. We traveled that way for a couple three miles and then the box loosed up. I couldn't see a thing being a little bitty car in the midst of the big boys, but I trusted their judgment and better vision and figured I was rid of the death angel.

I waved to the big boys and blew them a kiss and went on my bit shaky way to my next drop.

Truckers.......Angels of the road! Thanks to all the good drivers out there who ever you may have been. You have no idea how grateful I was for your help.

[Bull Dogs Rule]

More stories DOC pleasssssssssse

[yoopr]

Originally Posted by ZeSweetTart

Had been working for about two years and was having a really bad day. Pouring down rain, hot and muggy, extremely busy day, civvys banging into each other like the bumper car ride at Six Flags, which made the always bad in the rain traffic plain miserable, lousy knockout tickets(runs that pretty much pay squat), rude receptionists, power trip security guards, long waits for parking at docks, and to top it off a huge disagreement with my dispatcher who was resorting to snide sexist remarks over the radio. We still had two ways back then.

Well yes sirree, there were things I wanted to say to that dispatcher which the fcc might frown upon if I said them over the airwaves. :evil: (am a redhead, nouf said) Besides all the other drivers were listening and despite the private call messages from some to tell the dude off, as the only female driver, I wasn't gonna do it over the airways to amuse my fellow drivers.

The fashion statement in Atlanta at the time was for young men to wear their britches falling off their butts with gowd awful looking boxers. Said boxers usually only started coverage well below where they should have been worn.

I was coming in from the South side of Atlanta on Boulevard to the office to tell off said dispatcher and was in a totally foul mood to the point of muttering to myself what I was going to tell the :arrow: :withstupid: when I got there. Bounced under that awful underpass near the cxx yard and proceeded to hit every light up to Ponce DeLeon, where of course I hit that light too. Suddenly it starts to pour again. Oh yeah, its rush hour also, 5:30 PM.

Out of the corner of my eye I notice this young guy start across the street from the Kentucky Fried just when the the gully washer hit full blast. So he's running and tries to pull his coat up over his head to keep the rain off his doo, and then it happened. His britches fall right down around his ankles in the middle of the intersection. He of course tries to grab the things and when he bent over the boxers went down to his knees and there he is in the middle of the street advertising to all the world! ops:

I couldn't help it. I swear I couldn't! I laughed out loud so hard it brought tears to my eyes which of course he couldn't help but hear. The look on his face as he finally managed to fumble his clothes into a more modest position and get out of the intersection made my mirth all the more intense.

Well, I chuckled about that all the way back to the office and never did say a word to my dispatcher.

All goes to show you, laughter can be a miracle for all most anything, even an extremely angry redheaded female!
:roll: :twisted:

I had a problem like that with a 4 wheeler south of Green Bay coming home with some fellow Yooper Truck drivers--We boxed him in and took him all the way to where the Freeway ended and then we had to let him go. :sad: :P