Tuesday, February 20, 2018

I feel better if nothing else. Went over to Applebee's - walking the pouring rain, I was soaked by the time I got there - and had some dinner.  No particular rush, I figured the shop will call in it's own due time and I am quite certain the plant won't be calling before tomorrow.  Not this late in the day.  I don't really care if they keep me here for a week. $22 x 24 hour a day x however many days. Well, it would be how many hours total but you get the message.

Okay, that was yesterday - Monday.  Now. we're at Tuesday. I've been out on the road, a lot.  I'd really like to start heading home.  And really like to have at least a full day at home before going back out again.  Actually, I could sit here a few more days and get paid for it, that's not a problem. I just want a day at home, at least, when I get back.  Something tells me that's not going to happen. 

Meanwhile, the wait goes on.  The truck isn't fixed - yet tho according to them it should be no later than the end of the morning.  I need that truck to be here and waiting in the parking lot so that when they call me to go unload that trailer, I can boogie right out the door, fire that thing up and head straight over there.  That is, if that even occurs today.  Kind of thing up in the air here.  But even if they called in the next hour I would still probably wait.  Check out time here is 11:00 am and I really don't think, from what they told me at the plant yesterday, that they are going to be ready to do anything this morning.  I might as well enjoy the hotel room as long as I can.

Just trying to make some plans for today. Cause after 11, go get the truck if it's ready, then I can head over to Walmart and buy some cleaning supplies.  Really need to scrub this thing out.  They are hell bent on me staying in it, its going to look and smell clean inside at the very least. 

Well, that changed quickly.  Just got a call from the plant, come in about an hour to 2 hours from now, the man calibrating the tank wants to do it while the truck is being unloaded.  That changes my whole day, even my entire perspective on the day.   Now, I need to call the shop.  They had the part, they just needed to install it. 

Wringing my hands. Ok.  They are going to be done with the truck by 10 am, they hope. I have to be out of this hotel by 11 am anyway, so I figure to get an Uber ride back to the shop and hope they are just about done by the time I get there, leave here around 9:30 am.  Maybe a little earlier, actually.  I don't want to start the clock too early.  The Hours of Service clock, that is.  The more I have available after I get out of that plant, the more I will have to get a good chunk of driving to get home out of the way today. 

Well that's that.  Maybe, lol.  Nothing is ever set in stone around here until it actually happens. The truck might not be done, the plant may change it's mind, who knows. 

Anyway, I need to get my stuff ready to go. 

Well it's almost 3 pm and I haven't heard from the manager about a run for tomorrow, so I'm going to assume that it isn't go...