So, how was your day?
Dec. 11th, 2007 06:54 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreI spent 45 minutes stuck in mud because I did exactly what the freaking contractor told me to do!
Fairly new site in Dublin. Really, all that is out there right now is construction trailers and surveyors stakes. I have one pallet to drop. I call the guy while parked next to the GC trailer, and he comes out. So far, so good.
Customer tells me to roll over to his conex, and seeing where the pallet is on the truck, points out a route that will get the right side of the truck facing his little corner of heaven (no forklift, you see... we're taking all this crap off by hand.) I obligingly follow the path he showed me, skirting between to obvious Lake Ontario-sized puddles, and I'm about 15 feet from my goal when the truck stops moving.
Folks, I have not seen mud this gluey and adhesive since Fort Benning. When I got out of the truck, every step brought up enough mud to form a rim at least an inch thick around each shoe. I could see that what I had driven across wasn't actually dry, but instead a thin crust of dried earth on top of this cauldron of slimy goo.
We tried everything. Rocking back in forth from reserve to first gear. Putting wood under the tires for traction. The contractor even tried pushing and pulling me out with his little Dirt Devil. No luck. After some discussion, help appeared in the form of a large backhoe/grader that pulled me free of the grasping mire with little effort.
After that adventure, both my mud flaps lived up to their name, the steps to my driver door were simply coated in mud from my repeated attempts to clean my shoes, and the inside of my truck? Ick.
Next time, this guy can walk over and get his shit.
Fairly new site in Dublin. Really, all that is out there right now is construction trailers and surveyors stakes. I have one pallet to drop. I call the guy while parked next to the GC trailer, and he comes out. So far, so good.
Customer tells me to roll over to his conex, and seeing where the pallet is on the truck, points out a route that will get the right side of the truck facing his little corner of heaven (no forklift, you see... we're taking all this crap off by hand.) I obligingly follow the path he showed me, skirting between to obvious Lake Ontario-sized puddles, and I'm about 15 feet from my goal when the truck stops moving.
Folks, I have not seen mud this gluey and adhesive since Fort Benning. When I got out of the truck, every step brought up enough mud to form a rim at least an inch thick around each shoe. I could see that what I had driven across wasn't actually dry, but instead a thin crust of dried earth on top of this cauldron of slimy goo.
We tried everything. Rocking back in forth from reserve to first gear. Putting wood under the tires for traction. The contractor even tried pushing and pulling me out with his little Dirt Devil. No luck. After some discussion, help appeared in the form of a large backhoe/grader that pulled me free of the grasping mire with little effort.
After that adventure, both my mud flaps lived up to their name, the steps to my driver door were simply coated in mud from my repeated attempts to clean my shoes, and the inside of my truck? Ick.
Next time, this guy can walk over and get his shit.
