“Turn right onto the unpaved road.” Well it wasn’t unpaved, yet, but the next road was “Rabbit Path”. Right.
I pull over, call dispatch, he’s dealing with yet another broken truck issue, an office gal tells me to call the customer who I’m heading to deliver to in Alna, our old dispatcher.
She tells me it’s a real road, will meet up with so and so, but “could be rough in patches.”
Hang on Elmo, you’re gonna hafta wait a sec!
I’ve made a couple calls, sent a resume to a small local fuel delivery company (I timed the commute for shits and giggles, HALF) and think I’ll just take the leap and give notice tomorrow, freeing me up for February. I didn’t even tell you about the truck that broke yesterday.
A smart rat knows a sinking ship…
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