
Oy.
Today, on paper, was very simple. Five stops, the only headache being having to go all the way out to stockton. But that's why I bring an iPod, yes? Check my load (such as it was) crank up, and head out.
After doing my first three stops I stop in Livermore to refuel. By this point, my truck was down to a quarter tank. Pull into the CFN station, grab the truck's folder, reach in for my gas card...
...and it's not there.
Search the truck. No card. It was there Friday when I signed the truck in, so sometime after I left on Friday somebody took my card. Odd thing is my card is diesel only, so it's not like anyone is going to swipe it for personal use.
Call in. Yes, I searched the truck. No, I cannot get to Stockton and back on what I have. No, I will not use my own money to fill up! (As far as I'm concerned, I'm broke. That's how I'm living right now.)
Head to my (now) final drop - and it is the wrong material. Not the wrong size or grade, but completely wrong stuff. Turns out to have been an error on our supplier's part.
Get one pick up in Livermore, then head back.
Back at the warehouse, I find that they need me to refuel and go all the way back to The Vendor In The Corn. This is about a 2.5 hour round trip. sigh.
Do that, get back. My immediate boss then tries to tell me that I'm responsible for everything in the packet 24/7. "Then I'm taking it home with me." was my reply. Halford's shiny head! This is why we sign things in and out! We used to just hold the gas cards with us. Seems to have worked better.
End result? Almost eight hours to do four deliveries, none farther out than 40 miles.