Finally home.
Truck is having issues.
The fuel filters were the top of the list, now it's secondary.
The air leveler valve - a 99% solid guess - is bad on the truck and needs replaced.
The transmission is making grinding, chunking noises that sound like the thing is going
to fall apart. 
That's 3 issues. All of them need immediate attention.
Yet, when I brought it up to the dispatcher, he asked a few questions and then, disappeared.

I actually saw the head of the mechanic division today and mentioned all of it, he said nothing and did nothing.

I shrugged my shoulders. Who is it going to hurt in the end? Me and the company. Me, because the truck is going to break down on the side of the road and I will be stuck. I'm not making money if I'm not driving the truck. The company because it will cost them 3 times as much to fix it somewhere other than their own shop AND they won't be making money off of the truck. 

It's whatever.  If the thing happens to make it back from Oklahoma this coming week, I'm simply going to tell them the thing needs to go to the shop and get fixed.  If they refuse, I'll  call the owner of the company - whose cell phone number is printed in very large letters with the orientation packet and you can call him anytime type of thing - and ask him how he would like to handle this.

I've got a road test on Sunday morning.  Guaranteed that company takes care of their equipment.  When you're hauling a chemical that can kill a lot of people in a nano second if there was a serious crash, they aren't going to fool around with bad equipment.  They have newer Peterbilts and replacing all of them with brand new Peterbilts.  So hey, it's whatever to me. 

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So, Saturday evening.  Looking forward to this road test.  Just because - providing I pass it of course - I have an out here. An out that I had originally planned as the first choice. 

Whatever the case, I have spent the day getting mundane stuff done, going around town getting chores taken care of and basically relaxing for the most part. 

I did get a chance to talk with my son today. For an hour, lol.  But hey, our conversations are far and few between.  Texting here and there, but not the same as talking on the phone. He's busy, he's got a new wife, they are adjusting to the lifestyle of living with one another, I totally understand. So, it makes the gems of talking to him at whatever occasion even more precious to me. 

There's one thing that my dad did for me that I feel inclined to carry on.  He sent me checks at random intervals.  Hi son, just wanted to help you out a bit.  I miss my dad.  I look back and wish I had visited him much more often than I did.  He really was a great influence on my life.  We used to email a lot, tho, before the Alzheimer's set in, I have that to feel that at least I connected with him  - rather often at that.  Thousands of emails over a span of a great many year's time, still in my AOL email account.  I read some of them here and there.  He was a man of God.  Always had a positive outlook - well mostly, sometimes his relationship with his wife got the better of him, but al most always he was upbeat and encouraging. 

Anyway, that's it for today.  Tomorrow will be a new adventure.  I guess I will be a little bit nervous. It'a always that way when you have someone scrutinizing your performance even if it's something you are totally comfortable doing, have been doing it for decades and do it well.