So, how was my day?

[gridlore]

In a moment of supreme irony, I had to cover the East Bay route because Victor is out. He's getting multiple teeth pulled so he can get dentures. I loathe the EB route. I spent a good hour at a massive site in Fremont doing three deliveries and one return.

Ah, the return.

This site is a factory under construction for a big solar power company. It's been rocking for months, and the company involved is a heavy-construction company that has been there from the beginning. They also have a bad habit of grossly over-ordering and then at the end of a job returning tons of crap. Today, it was my turn to take back their overages. To make everything fit, they had stacked the pallets and wrapped them.

Alas, they stacked one extremely heavy pallet on top of a lightly loaded pallet (yes, these people build buildings. Tremble in fear.) The results?




Each of those boxes weigh 40 lbs. And there were about fifty of them. As you can see, the collapsing pallet fell across a bundle of Unistrut and all-tread that I still had to deliver. Which meant that I had to pull all those boxes out and re-stack them on an empty pallet. Did I mention that all these boxes had been stored out in the open for our long, wet winter? 40-pound, wet, moldy boxes.

The best part? When I got back in and unloaded, Adam looked at some of the stuff they had loaded me with and stated that he didn't think we even sold those items. Great. They're dumping their garbage on us.

I ended up doing eleven hours.

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[meezergal.livejournal.com]

...they didn't have the P-U 36 space modulating nebulizer! Or Marvin the Martian, either!

[gearhead69.livejournal.com]

This reminds me of when I worked in a beer warehouse and sometimes drivers would try to drop off anything that was at the back of the truck just so they could keep rolling.

One time I guy was supposed to bring in some ad materials - like posters and standups and I don't know what all, and what we drug off the truck looked like nothing but Nike shoe stuff. I said, "I'm not signing for that. It doesn't even look like all the stuff is there, whatever it is. The item count is wrong." He said, "I'll count it!" and he walked around the pallet counting boxes as he went from the top of the stack to the bottom, never minding the fact that you could just do the math on how many boxes were on each level. He got done mumbling numbers and said, "It's all there!" I said, "I can't sign that, man. I gotta wait until our regular dock guy gets back. This doesn't look right." (I was a young'un on standby at the time.) He said, "I don't got time for this! I'll sign it!" and he took the clipboard from me, and signed for his own damn load.

I know you'll be surprised to here that he was back a few hours later to pick up his shoe stuff. Sure did save himself some time, didn't he?