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Massively frustrating day.
Mar. 11th, 2010 03:03 pmNothing major, just a pile of small things that had me vowing at one point to move into a tree and take up arboreal squirrel ranching. Even had the tree picked out. It was a nice one.
Where to start? An order for Stockton with EARLY A.M.!!! stamped all over it. Even given it was a light day, I still had three stops I had to do before that one. Plus, I've dealth with nthis particular foreman before. Complete drama queen. Everything he orders is OMGWTFBBQ-NeedittodayorthebuildingwillCOLLAPSE! urgent. Then I see the material sitting right where I left it two weeks later.
Massive numbers of idiotic speeders playing dodge with trucks. On curving mountain roads.
Despite warning everyone that I would be in Stockton early, I had to sit at our regular vendor there for an hour while mytwo three orders were pulled, changed, and re-pulled.
Getting stuck behind a truck on the farm road portion of SR 4 who decided that the 55mph limit applied to teenagers and the crew of Top Gear only. He was doing 25 mph and refused to move to the right when the opportunity presented itself.
Getting yelled at by the CHP officer running the scales at Mission Grade. He was pissed because no one was following the lights. Mission Grade Inspection facility faces due east, and I was there shortly after sunrise. Looking at the lights meant staring directly into the sun.
My good pair of gloves got stolen out of my truck.
But the worst part? I lost my book! I had several opportunities to take a few minutes with The Poetic Edda during the day, and at some point it got knocked out of the truck. Really pissed about that. I was really enjoying it.
Amazing thing is this all happened in just over eight hours. Not even a long or particularly difficult day; just a day when I was nibbled to death by ducks.
Where to start? An order for Stockton with EARLY A.M.!!! stamped all over it. Even given it was a light day, I still had three stops I had to do before that one. Plus, I've dealth with nthis particular foreman before. Complete drama queen. Everything he orders is OMGWTFBBQ-NeedittodayorthebuildingwillCOLLAPSE! urgent. Then I see the material sitting right where I left it two weeks later.
Massive numbers of idiotic speeders playing dodge with trucks. On curving mountain roads.
Despite warning everyone that I would be in Stockton early, I had to sit at our regular vendor there for an hour while my
Getting stuck behind a truck on the farm road portion of SR 4 who decided that the 55mph limit applied to teenagers and the crew of Top Gear only. He was doing 25 mph and refused to move to the right when the opportunity presented itself.
Getting yelled at by the CHP officer running the scales at Mission Grade. He was pissed because no one was following the lights. Mission Grade Inspection facility faces due east, and I was there shortly after sunrise. Looking at the lights meant staring directly into the sun.
My good pair of gloves got stolen out of my truck.
But the worst part? I lost my book! I had several opportunities to take a few minutes with The Poetic Edda during the day, and at some point it got knocked out of the truck. Really pissed about that. I was really enjoying it.
Amazing thing is this all happened in just over eight hours. Not even a long or particularly difficult day; just a day when I was nibbled to death by ducks.
