You know what's really cool? Rolling out of bed and expecting the clock to say noon, then seeing 9:30am. I was feeling like a million bucks this morning. Or maybe. Or... what does a million bucks feel like, anyway? I mean, it would probably feel similar to a thousand bucks, only with bigger numbers printed on the paper, right? Whatever. I was feeling well rested and ready to roll.
The first part of the day was the good old 'set the cruise and kick back' routine. That's my kind of driving. There was a bit of a logjam at the tunnel in Mobile, but nothing nearly as bad as the eastbound traffic. For the most part, that route along I-10 through the panhandles is pretty sparsely populated. Going through on a weekend makes it even better.
I had covered around 450 miles by the time I got to Hammond, Louisiana. I thought that was enough for today, so I pulled into the Petro. Not a single fucking parking space? At 6pm, on a Saturday? What the hell is up with that? I tried the Pilot across the street. Yeah, funny. My directory showed a Chevron with parking at exit 15, so I headed there. Three parking spaces and five parked trucks. Okay then. I didn't even bother trying the Pilot in Denham Springs. I don't even like stopping at that fustercluck for fuel. I was pretty sure that the dumpy truck stop just west of Baton Rouge would have a spot for me. Yep, wide open.
So here I am. I drove a little over 500 miles which is plenty for today. This sets me up for a pretty easy pace after I leave here. I'll get past Houston tomorrow and then head into Laredo on Monday. If you'll excuse me, I'm watching one Swiftie trying to spot another Swiftie as he backs into a parking space. There's nobody within three spaces on either side of him and this has been going on for ten minutes. I know, I know. Stereotypes are bad. I get it. This is funny though.
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
7/18/08
I'll probably get off this old man schedule for the next couple of days. That will be nice. I had the alarm on my cell phone set for 5:30am when I went to bed last night. At midnight, the phone rang (since some nameless jackass forgot to shut it off). I smacked the phone, thinking that it was my alarm, and started getting dressed. Then the little voicemail notification thing chimed. In a bit of a daze, I managed to figure out that it had been a phone call and not the alarm. But who in the hell would be calling at 5:30am? Then, in a little bit less of a daze, I figured out that it wasn't 5:30am. Not time to get up yet. Then I spent five hours trying to get back to sleep. Bastards.
The drive down to Jacksonville was a little slow and rainy. You get the occasional psychological study out here. Try this one on for size. There is a fairly long stretch of I-95 in Georgia that is under construction. There are two full-sized lanes, but a concrete wall runs close to the white line on the right. I wound up getting passed by a guy hauling a gigantic boat just before we got to the construction zone. His load took up both lanes and often came close to the walls or barrels along the sides, so he started going quite slowly. As time progressed, both lanes filled in solidly behind the boat and we all plodded along. For a good twenty minutes, I sat and watched cars jockey to cut each other off, going from the right lane to the left and from left to right. A given car might have made ten lane changes through that stretch without moving any further foward, on account of the monstrous rolling roadblock that was (shockingly) going at the same speed in both lanes. This is definitely more of an observation than a critique, since I probably would have been doing the same thing if I weren't sitting up high enough to see the boat ahead. I'm not sure what conclusion to draw. It was just pretty amusing to be able to watch from my vantage point.
Anyhow, moving along... I received a pre-plan shortly after I got rolling this morning, meaning that I wouldn't have to repeat the Jacksonville parking search from a couple days ago. That's always nice. I rolled into Jacksonville this afternoon for what should have been a quick and easy drop/hook. First, I realized that my ability to back my truck effectively this week was a short-lived phenomenon. I couldn't get it done worth a shit today. Oh well, it got in there eventually. Then I rolled to the back and grabbed an empty. A coworker of mine stopped next to me and said that he had just dropped that empty. He was planning to circle around and then sweep it out, but I snagged it before he was done inspecting his new loaded trailer. I peeked inside and it looked pretty clean to me, so I told him not to worry about it. Not many of our shippers would have a problem with the little bit of dirt on the floor. Then I sent in my forms to get my next assignment.
On the way out of the yard, not having received my assignment yet, I wondered what was going on. The other CTL fella stopped in front of me and then came running back to tell me not to send in my 'dropped trailer' form yet, since he hadn't sent in his 'dropped trailer' form. This meant, to those of you unfamiliar with our protocols, that I had picked up a trailer that wasn't yet technically available to me. We were both heading through the security check at that point, so he sent his forms after he got checked out. Then I got my assignment and confirmed my next load, allowing me to see the directions to my first stop...
"The block was dead Yo, so I continued to, A1A, BEACHFRONT AVENUE!..." What, you mean I'm the only one who still owns a Vanilla Ice cassette? Whatever man. My pick up was at a paper mill in Fernandina Beach. The directions were pretty amusing - Take Highway A1A east and don't turn until you get to the ocean. Road dead-ends into customer. Yep, I can handle those kind of directions.
The yard dog had to inspect my empty trailer before I could drop it. Guess who was told that he had to sweep out the little bit of dirt in his trailer. Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I picked up a nice heavy load of paper and hopped back on the road. It's 41,000 pounds, compared to the ~45,000 that we get with a beer load, so I wasn't too worried about the weight. I put the axles where I thought they would be okay and then didn't think much of it. I guess it would have been smart to stop at a scale, but I was getting tired and didn't feel like it. Guess who got a red light on his Prepass at the scale on I-10. Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I pulled in and went over the weigh-in-motion scales, then got directed to stop on the real scales. I didn't think I should have any weight issues, but I couldn't say for sure since I never weighed my axles. They left me twisting in the wind for about forty seconds, then I got the green light signaling that all was fine and I could get back on the road.
Not much further to the west, I ducked into a truck stop and called it a day. I was damn exhausted and starting to get a headache. That waking up early shit is for the birds. I have to be in Laredo on Monday afternoon, so I'll have a pretty easy 'no alarm clock' kind of weekend. These last few days of running hard have left my 70 hours in short supply, so I can only drive about fifteen hours over the next two days. That's fine with me, as you could probably guess. I'll wrap up the pay period with a healthy 3,915 miles.
Sprint apparently has a new policy limiting monthly downloads on its wireless plan to 5GB. I tend to use quite a bit of bandwidth, so this was unwelcome news to me. Tonight though, I'm parked next to a hotel with a wi-fi server. I guess I'll start up my torrent program and try to grab some entertainment while I sleep. Free bandwidth is free bandwidth, after all.
The drive down to Jacksonville was a little slow and rainy. You get the occasional psychological study out here. Try this one on for size. There is a fairly long stretch of I-95 in Georgia that is under construction. There are two full-sized lanes, but a concrete wall runs close to the white line on the right. I wound up getting passed by a guy hauling a gigantic boat just before we got to the construction zone. His load took up both lanes and often came close to the walls or barrels along the sides, so he started going quite slowly. As time progressed, both lanes filled in solidly behind the boat and we all plodded along. For a good twenty minutes, I sat and watched cars jockey to cut each other off, going from the right lane to the left and from left to right. A given car might have made ten lane changes through that stretch without moving any further foward, on account of the monstrous rolling roadblock that was (shockingly) going at the same speed in both lanes. This is definitely more of an observation than a critique, since I probably would have been doing the same thing if I weren't sitting up high enough to see the boat ahead. I'm not sure what conclusion to draw. It was just pretty amusing to be able to watch from my vantage point.
Anyhow, moving along... I received a pre-plan shortly after I got rolling this morning, meaning that I wouldn't have to repeat the Jacksonville parking search from a couple days ago. That's always nice. I rolled into Jacksonville this afternoon for what should have been a quick and easy drop/hook. First, I realized that my ability to back my truck effectively this week was a short-lived phenomenon. I couldn't get it done worth a shit today. Oh well, it got in there eventually. Then I rolled to the back and grabbed an empty. A coworker of mine stopped next to me and said that he had just dropped that empty. He was planning to circle around and then sweep it out, but I snagged it before he was done inspecting his new loaded trailer. I peeked inside and it looked pretty clean to me, so I told him not to worry about it. Not many of our shippers would have a problem with the little bit of dirt on the floor. Then I sent in my forms to get my next assignment.
On the way out of the yard, not having received my assignment yet, I wondered what was going on. The other CTL fella stopped in front of me and then came running back to tell me not to send in my 'dropped trailer' form yet, since he hadn't sent in his 'dropped trailer' form. This meant, to those of you unfamiliar with our protocols, that I had picked up a trailer that wasn't yet technically available to me. We were both heading through the security check at that point, so he sent his forms after he got checked out. Then I got my assignment and confirmed my next load, allowing me to see the directions to my first stop...
"The block was dead Yo, so I continued to, A1A, BEACHFRONT AVENUE!..." What, you mean I'm the only one who still owns a Vanilla Ice cassette? Whatever man. My pick up was at a paper mill in Fernandina Beach. The directions were pretty amusing - Take Highway A1A east and don't turn until you get to the ocean. Road dead-ends into customer. Yep, I can handle those kind of directions.
The yard dog had to inspect my empty trailer before I could drop it. Guess who was told that he had to sweep out the little bit of dirt in his trailer. Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I picked up a nice heavy load of paper and hopped back on the road. It's 41,000 pounds, compared to the ~45,000 that we get with a beer load, so I wasn't too worried about the weight. I put the axles where I thought they would be okay and then didn't think much of it. I guess it would have been smart to stop at a scale, but I was getting tired and didn't feel like it. Guess who got a red light on his Prepass at the scale on I-10. Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I pulled in and went over the weigh-in-motion scales, then got directed to stop on the real scales. I didn't think I should have any weight issues, but I couldn't say for sure since I never weighed my axles. They left me twisting in the wind for about forty seconds, then I got the green light signaling that all was fine and I could get back on the road.
Not much further to the west, I ducked into a truck stop and called it a day. I was damn exhausted and starting to get a headache. That waking up early shit is for the birds. I have to be in Laredo on Monday afternoon, so I'll have a pretty easy 'no alarm clock' kind of weekend. These last few days of running hard have left my 70 hours in short supply, so I can only drive about fifteen hours over the next two days. That's fine with me, as you could probably guess. I'll wrap up the pay period with a healthy 3,915 miles.
Sprint apparently has a new policy limiting monthly downloads on its wireless plan to 5GB. I tend to use quite a bit of bandwidth, so this was unwelcome news to me. Tonight though, I'm parked next to a hotel with a wi-fi server. I guess I'll start up my torrent program and try to grab some entertainment while I sleep. Free bandwidth is free bandwidth, after all.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
7/17/08
So it's summer in an election year. I guess the thing to do is promise a bunch of stuff that will never actually happen. I'm happy to do my part. I promise to establish a national database for truck stop whores, so that once you refuse the first one the other three won't bother knocking. I'm also better on economics than either of the current candidates, but since I'm not old enough to actually be President, we'll just stick with the whore database for now.
Other than the working girls, I didn't have any criminal issues arise last night. That was a nice relief, given the questionable nature of my surroundings. I got up and headed over to the brewery bright and early this morning. Traffic was reasonable, considering the 8am pick up time. Once I got my loaded trailer and scaled out, it was a fairly easy drive up to the consignee in South Carolina. They had some newfangled automatic wheel chock thing that threw me off at first. It was set up such that the trailer had to be absolutely perfectly square with the dock. Then, as I backed in, a roller type thing came up around the trailer tires to hold them in place. Pretty cool I guess.
Once I got empty there, I headed west along I-26 to the nearest rest area, maybe twenty miles from my drop point. After an hour or two, I got my next assignment. In breaking with recent tradition, I was actually headed west along I-26. Lately it seems that I drive one way to find parking, then get sent the other way for my next load. I headed up to Gaffney for another drop/hook and then parked for the night. I have another load heading for Jacksonville, slated to drop tomorrow afternoon.
Today was not nearly as frustrating as most days have been lately. That's a good thing since I'm trying to hang in there and grab a couple more paychecks before I take a few days off. There was some pretty heavy rain along I-95. Otherwise though, just a nice steady day of work. My deadhead to Gaffney was fairly long and tomorrow's loaded run is a little over 400 miles. Adding in whatever I get for the weekend, I have a decent shot at a 3,000 mile week. This would mitigate the 1,900 miles last week for the most part.
I guess it's bedtime now. I need to get to Jacksonville by 2pm, so tomorrow brings an early wake up call.
Other than the working girls, I didn't have any criminal issues arise last night. That was a nice relief, given the questionable nature of my surroundings. I got up and headed over to the brewery bright and early this morning. Traffic was reasonable, considering the 8am pick up time. Once I got my loaded trailer and scaled out, it was a fairly easy drive up to the consignee in South Carolina. They had some newfangled automatic wheel chock thing that threw me off at first. It was set up such that the trailer had to be absolutely perfectly square with the dock. Then, as I backed in, a roller type thing came up around the trailer tires to hold them in place. Pretty cool I guess.
Once I got empty there, I headed west along I-26 to the nearest rest area, maybe twenty miles from my drop point. After an hour or two, I got my next assignment. In breaking with recent tradition, I was actually headed west along I-26. Lately it seems that I drive one way to find parking, then get sent the other way for my next load. I headed up to Gaffney for another drop/hook and then parked for the night. I have another load heading for Jacksonville, slated to drop tomorrow afternoon.
Today was not nearly as frustrating as most days have been lately. That's a good thing since I'm trying to hang in there and grab a couple more paychecks before I take a few days off. There was some pretty heavy rain along I-95. Otherwise though, just a nice steady day of work. My deadhead to Gaffney was fairly long and tomorrow's loaded run is a little over 400 miles. Adding in whatever I get for the weekend, I have a decent shot at a 3,000 mile week. This would mitigate the 1,900 miles last week for the most part.
I guess it's bedtime now. I need to get to Jacksonville by 2pm, so tomorrow brings an early wake up call.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
7/16/08
I left the Georgia welcome center around 8am. I stopped in Cartersville to top off the fuel tanks. I stayed in the right lane and didn't bother passing people unless they were ridiculously slow. This all should have meant that I got to Atlanta after the morning traffic had died down. The effective word in the preceding sentence is 'should.' Yeah, it didn't work out that way. What a mess. The rest of the drive wasn't bad, so I guess it was about as good as can be expected.
I was getting tired and annoyed with people in Florida by the time I got to I-10 this afternoon. They kept speeding past me when the rain lightened up and then slamming on the brakes when the rain started falling again. We went in and out of a few light showers, so this process went on somewhat regularly. I decided to duck into a rest area and take a quick nap, hoping that things would shake out by the time I woke.
I had enough time to sleep for about an hour. I would guess that I started to doze off after twenty minutes or so. Then, right on cue, the satellite unit woke me. I got a pre-plan for a load leaving Jacksonville tomorrow morning and going to Charleston. That's fine, but of course I was back awake at that point. Onward to the consignee...
The drop lot was pretty tight, but it looks like I'm pretty good at backing my truck today. That's always nice. I made my drop/hook and sent in my empty call. I knew that I was going to be in a pickle with respect to parking, so I wanted to see if it was a beer load that I would be getting in the morning. It was. Sometimes beer loads are ready early. If tomorrow's load was ready, I could head over to the brewery and then head north to look for parking. I called the 800 number to check on the load, but got no good news. My trailer was not yet loaded.
My directory showed two truck stops along I-295 on the west side of Jacksonville, one at exit 22 and another at exit 25. I tried exit 22 first and didn't see any truck stop. I tried exit 25 and every parking space was full. My next option appeared to be to head back down to I-10 and try the rest area west of town. There are a couple of truck stops and a rest area on the south side of Jacksonville, but that's pretty far from where I was. I went back south on I-295 toward I-10 and decided to take another look at exit 22. Down the street about a half mile to the east, I found a little shithole ghetto truck stop in a little shithole ghetto neighborhood. There was one spot, requiring me to maneuver around a few jagoffs who are parked where they shouldn't be. Yep. I do know how to back my truck today. I snaked this bitch in there on the first try. That hasn't been happening much lately, but you know, blind squirrels and nuts and so forth.
From here I'll take the loop around to I-95 and hit the brewery tomorrow morning. The run to Charleston is nothing special, but it will get me over 2,000 miles with a few days left in the pay period. I've been getting pretty grumpy on the road lately and it doesn't seem like freight is exactly booming, which usually means that it's time to take a few days off. I also have some business to tend back home before too much longer. I spent half of June at home though, so I would prefer to stay out for another week or two. I guess we'll play it by ear and see if I can catch a few good days to break out of this funk.
I was getting tired and annoyed with people in Florida by the time I got to I-10 this afternoon. They kept speeding past me when the rain lightened up and then slamming on the brakes when the rain started falling again. We went in and out of a few light showers, so this process went on somewhat regularly. I decided to duck into a rest area and take a quick nap, hoping that things would shake out by the time I woke.
I had enough time to sleep for about an hour. I would guess that I started to doze off after twenty minutes or so. Then, right on cue, the satellite unit woke me. I got a pre-plan for a load leaving Jacksonville tomorrow morning and going to Charleston. That's fine, but of course I was back awake at that point. Onward to the consignee...
The drop lot was pretty tight, but it looks like I'm pretty good at backing my truck today. That's always nice. I made my drop/hook and sent in my empty call. I knew that I was going to be in a pickle with respect to parking, so I wanted to see if it was a beer load that I would be getting in the morning. It was. Sometimes beer loads are ready early. If tomorrow's load was ready, I could head over to the brewery and then head north to look for parking. I called the 800 number to check on the load, but got no good news. My trailer was not yet loaded.
My directory showed two truck stops along I-295 on the west side of Jacksonville, one at exit 22 and another at exit 25. I tried exit 22 first and didn't see any truck stop. I tried exit 25 and every parking space was full. My next option appeared to be to head back down to I-10 and try the rest area west of town. There are a couple of truck stops and a rest area on the south side of Jacksonville, but that's pretty far from where I was. I went back south on I-295 toward I-10 and decided to take another look at exit 22. Down the street about a half mile to the east, I found a little shithole ghetto truck stop in a little shithole ghetto neighborhood. There was one spot, requiring me to maneuver around a few jagoffs who are parked where they shouldn't be. Yep. I do know how to back my truck today. I snaked this bitch in there on the first try. That hasn't been happening much lately, but you know, blind squirrels and nuts and so forth.
From here I'll take the loop around to I-95 and hit the brewery tomorrow morning. The run to Charleston is nothing special, but it will get me over 2,000 miles with a few days left in the pay period. I've been getting pretty grumpy on the road lately and it doesn't seem like freight is exactly booming, which usually means that it's time to take a few days off. I also have some business to tend back home before too much longer. I spent half of June at home though, so I would prefer to stay out for another week or two. I guess we'll play it by ear and see if I can catch a few good days to break out of this funk.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
7/15/08
I was toying with the idea of getting a motel room to watch the All Star Game tonight, but it didn't work out that way. I have to be in Jacksonville by 5pm tomorrow, so I needed to get to Georgia tonight. That way, the only major traffic obstacle for tomorrow will be Atlanta. Once I got tired and took a nap this afternoon, I wound up having to drive well into the night in order to get past Chattanooga. So XM radio it is.
That route through Kentucky and Tennessee is awfully damn frustrating for some reason. People just seem to refuse to stay to the right when they're going slowly. As such, I can't say that I enjoyed today all that much. The stretch from southern Kentucky on into Nashville is one of my least favorite drives anywhere. It's no I-25, mind you, but it still sucks. I did manage to knock out a little over 600 miles though. That should leave me a little over seven hours to finish the trip, assuming it doesn't take me five hours to get past Atlanta.
Extra innings without many substitute players available... this could get pretty interesting.
That route through Kentucky and Tennessee is awfully damn frustrating for some reason. People just seem to refuse to stay to the right when they're going slowly. As such, I can't say that I enjoyed today all that much. The stretch from southern Kentucky on into Nashville is one of my least favorite drives anywhere. It's no I-25, mind you, but it still sucks. I did manage to knock out a little over 600 miles though. That should leave me a little over seven hours to finish the trip, assuming it doesn't take me five hours to get past Atlanta.
Extra innings without many substitute players available... this could get pretty interesting.
Monday, July 14, 2008
7/14/08
The day started with a quick thirty mile drive up to my consignee. I sent a message as I was leaving, and my fleet manager switched my unpaid run to a paid one. That's always nice. I showed up around 45 minutes ahead of my appointment time. The guy in the dock area acted like I was three days early or something. I don't know what that's all about, but they got me a dock before too long. Once I was empty, I had to decide whether to go back thirty miles to the south (where I spent the night) or to go twenty miles to the north. I picked north.
After hanging around for most of the afternoon, I got my next assignment... going south. Story of life I guess. I had to head down to the Chicago suburbs for a drop/hook tomorrow morning. My choice was whether to head into the northern Illinois mess during rush hour and look for somewhere to park or to hang around in Wisconsin and make the drive before the sun comes up tomorrow. I decided to go straight to the shipper and let the parking situation sort itself out on its own. My load wasn't ready, but the security guard did let me drop my trailer and park in an unused driveway for the night. That'll do.
In keeping with what seems to be a typical July pattern, I dropped off a load one day and didn't get a pick up until the next day. At least this time around I got a longer deadhead than I've been getting over the past week or so. The 164 miles down here, combined with the 1,076 loaded miles, will have me on a pretty good pace this week.
I found a few video streams of the Home Run Derby, but they're all a little too choppy for me to watch. That's not really a favorite event if mine anyway, but the political talk is getting stale again so some kind of diversion would be fun. I think I'll just watch a few more video clips of Miss Venezuela. Ay! caramba!
After hanging around for most of the afternoon, I got my next assignment... going south. Story of life I guess. I had to head down to the Chicago suburbs for a drop/hook tomorrow morning. My choice was whether to head into the northern Illinois mess during rush hour and look for somewhere to park or to hang around in Wisconsin and make the drive before the sun comes up tomorrow. I decided to go straight to the shipper and let the parking situation sort itself out on its own. My load wasn't ready, but the security guard did let me drop my trailer and park in an unused driveway for the night. That'll do.
In keeping with what seems to be a typical July pattern, I dropped off a load one day and didn't get a pick up until the next day. At least this time around I got a longer deadhead than I've been getting over the past week or so. The 164 miles down here, combined with the 1,076 loaded miles, will have me on a pretty good pace this week.
I found a few video streams of the Home Run Derby, but they're all a little too choppy for me to watch. That's not really a favorite event if mine anyway, but the political talk is getting stale again so some kind of diversion would be fun. I think I'll just watch a few more video clips of Miss Venezuela. Ay! caramba!
Sunday, July 13, 2008
7/13/08
To quote the old guy from Cool Hand Luke - "What we've got here is... failure... to communicate." I was given instructions and such for this load, just like I am given with every assignment. Let's review the information, for educational purposes...
I was told that the pick up was a live load. It was in fact a drop/hook.
I was told to pick up at 3am Sunday morning. I arrived at 1am Sunday morning, to find that my trailer had been loaded since Friday.
I was told that the load was picking up and delivering in the same town. Obviously this meant that the destination was unknown. I picked up my trailer and found that the destination was Madison, Wisconsin.
I was told that the delivery was scheduled for 10am Sunday morning. The delivery is in fact scheduled for 10am Monday morning.
As I left the shipper, I was dispatched for a local delivery, meaning that I was paid zero miles. I called and spoke with a lady who changed my delivery location to Madison, Wisconsin. She did not, however, see fit to change it to a paid run. I'll have to call tomorrow morning and get it sorted out.
So instead of picking up and driving for a while yesterday, I sat around trying to sleep. Instead of getting 515 miles tacked onto last week's paycheck, I got no miles tacked onto any paycheck (yet). After preparing to drive through the night since I would have to deliver this morning, I wound up sitting here in Wisconsin all day today and waiting for tomorrow morning's appointment.
Oh well, such is life. At least I got a nice light load and had time for a good nap this morning. I also got through the clusterfuck known as northern Illinois on a weekend, which is infinitely better than having to go through during the week. Once I get the pay thing sorted out it should be a 515 mile run, so that's a decent start to this pay period. Now as long as I can find directions to my customer, I'll be all set. CTL sent me an address, but I already had the address on the paperwork.
I was told that the pick up was a live load. It was in fact a drop/hook.
I was told to pick up at 3am Sunday morning. I arrived at 1am Sunday morning, to find that my trailer had been loaded since Friday.
I was told that the load was picking up and delivering in the same town. Obviously this meant that the destination was unknown. I picked up my trailer and found that the destination was Madison, Wisconsin.
I was told that the delivery was scheduled for 10am Sunday morning. The delivery is in fact scheduled for 10am Monday morning.
As I left the shipper, I was dispatched for a local delivery, meaning that I was paid zero miles. I called and spoke with a lady who changed my delivery location to Madison, Wisconsin. She did not, however, see fit to change it to a paid run. I'll have to call tomorrow morning and get it sorted out.
So instead of picking up and driving for a while yesterday, I sat around trying to sleep. Instead of getting 515 miles tacked onto last week's paycheck, I got no miles tacked onto any paycheck (yet). After preparing to drive through the night since I would have to deliver this morning, I wound up sitting here in Wisconsin all day today and waiting for tomorrow morning's appointment.
Oh well, such is life. At least I got a nice light load and had time for a good nap this morning. I also got through the clusterfuck known as northern Illinois on a weekend, which is infinitely better than having to go through during the week. Once I get the pay thing sorted out it should be a 515 mile run, so that's a decent start to this pay period. Now as long as I can find directions to my customer, I'll be all set. CTL sent me an address, but I already had the address on the paperwork.
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