Tuesday. Got a day off, at least. 

Manager calls me a while ago, I missed the call - I usually have my ringer off. I called him back, no answer, turned the ringer on, he calls me.

I hate to be the bearer of bad news.... and goes on to tell me about a run to La Porte, TX.  He then attempts to tell me about all the "shitty" runs others have gotten. All of them paled in comparison to 2 Chenieres and a Baker in a row and I flatly stated as such.

His "records" didn't show that. Whatever dude, I went to Cheniere twice and then a Baker after that.  Well it shows you did a Baker, Cheniere and then a Baker.  No - but that's not so great either - I replied, I did two Chenieres in a row. 

This guy has a short and bad memory and I don't mind bringing it up to him at this point.  He clearly isn't cut out for this job, he doesn't like it and he should move on and find something he likes to do.  His wife is making bank, there isn't any reason why he should just go find something else to do.  

After I said it to him a third time - he  then claimed it wouldn't let him see that far back.  This particular run doesn't require a driver to offload, but it's Houston area and back thing, like other runs that are just as undesrireable down there. The driver that doesn't unload? bumped me on this one.  

I can't really complain too terribly much, I've had 3 good runs in a row, but these other drivers get all good runs in a row, or a few lessor ones thrown in very infrequently.  And he specifically mentioned the name of a driver that refuses to learn how too unload that was getting the run I was supposed to be getting.  I started getting edgy when he told me that - this run he's dumping me with is not a driver unload, there is no reason at all that he should be getting another gravy run.  

The manager quickly stated he'd put me on Brownsville for Friday, apparently attempting to dance around the issue.  I was going to press it, but I do better with that kind of thing in person than on  the phone or texting.  I let it slide - for now - but if he tries to bump me off of the Brownsville run?  There is going to be words exchanged.  It may be respectful, but it's going to be very blunt.  

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Wednesday. Sitting here balking at the idea of having to load at 3:30 pm, drive 4 -1/2 hours, offload and then drive back.  I won't be out of the loading plant before 6:00 pm, I won't make it to the other plant until at least 10:30, at least two hours to unload, that's midnight thirty or even 1:00 am before I am unloaded.  I'm not driving back tonight, I can almost guarantee  that.  There are truckstops down the road from where the plant is, hopefully one of them will have a parking space available. 

And spent an hour looking for my wallet - I misplaced it and I couldn't think where.  Until, I remembered that I was in James' truck last night in the back seat with the family after going out to eat.  I had gotten my wallet out - I cheated yesterday, just sort of happened - so I went full out with it.  We went to DQ after the chinese food place and that's where I left my wallet, in the back seat.  But my search went on so long I started having thoughts of having to replace everything and actually had gotten out my birth certificate and passport to go get a temp driver's license.  

It was only after just sitting there thinking- where was I? when did I take my wallet out? that it finally hit me and walaah, there it was.  

That's kind of a scare - because replacing a DL, a concealed carry, a boat registration card, several credit cards and other stuff in there - not a pleasant prospect.  

Anyways, James tried to take out that concrete pillar as well. He had obviously been beating the heck out of that thing - to no avail.  He said he was going to try using concrete bits, drilling several holes in it all over and then see if hitting it with the sledge would help.  Good luck!  

Anyway, with this load today, that will eat up half of tomorrow and allegedly I have a Brownsville run on Friday. We'll see. I wouldn't mind getting back on Saturday and then having nothing until Monday or even Tuesday.  

Regardless, it's finally time to get out of here. 

G'day.