gridlore | A triple gainer into the deep end.

Well, today was my first day on the new job.

You'd think that my first day would be occupied with showing me the ropes, meeting people, being shown where the bathroom is, etc.

HA.

By 0930 I was in a truck heading for the Central Valley. Evidently, today really raised the bar in FUBAR, and they had a large order that required two trucks, and the only drivers around were my supervisor, T, and yours truly.I'd call it a crash course in operations, but crash is a bad word for drivers.

I did get shown the basics. Once I'm trained, my day will go this way: I show up and take the clipboard for my route. I'm the one who does the trip setting. Each invoce shows who is getting what. (As an aside, what we deliver is construction fasteners.) All my boxed items, or items in buckets, etc will be preloaded onto a pallet. My bar stock will have been moved across the street to the truck yard and tagged. I take one of our cute little forklifts (seriously, after the monster I drove at PODS, my standards are kind of skewed) and load first my pallet, then my bar stock in reverse order (last drop goes on first.) I then sail off to the strains of Judas Priest.

But back to today. The driving was fine. The truck they use is the exact same model that I drove at PODS (minus the 3 ton hydraulic lift, of course) and much newer. The one I drove had a whopping 1,100 miles on the clock. My truck at the last job was pushing 85,000.

I met a lot of people, all of whom got my "overwhelmed on first day" vibe and were very friendly and helpful. While I was sitting waiting for Kirsten, several came over to ask how I liked driving on my first day. They all use "fuck" as punctuation. My kind of group.

Now I'm tired and sore, and am going to try to catch up on LJ and call it an early night.