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It is tight for me. My sincerest hopes for you and your family. I am selling any redundant and unnecessary items. If you were in SC, I would say go try my old employer. If you have any sense and work ethic at all, your are already in the top half of crew there. I survived a little over a year.

One crazy stunt that happened to me that really told me that the end was nigh happened right before new year. I was sent from SC to FL for something on paper looked routine. There was supposed to be a second full timer going with me. We were going to take a rental box truck.

At the last minute, the second person was cut because it was cheaper to get me a temp there. I wasn’t too bothered by that but I wasn’t aware of what was about to happen.

I pulled out for FL on a Sunday and got there with no problems.

The next morning I arrived at the huge facility and after seeing the loading dock, things started getting grim.

The dock was about the size of typical apartment living room. Half of it was taken with stuff. There were 2 bays. No truck can stay at the dock. Temps can’t drive a truck. Every door and gate required badge access so I had to have an escort. The temp wasn’t due to arrive until the next day.

A simple equipment discovery, spreadsheet, and loading plus field wiping turned into a 3 day horror. No access, requiring escorts, needing my contact, the home office calling every hour wanting an update, a jerk manager (never did this job) hassling me over forms that I never got or ever heard of, and nothing being even remotely ready to go had me on my last nerve. This was my first assignment of this type too.

On the last day, after working 12 hours, the jerk manager (also a supposed state trooper too) called me up and told me I had to drive back to SC that night. I didn’t have tamper seals. Nice to know that. I have never seen any of the drivers use seals at my branch.

I finally left the building and called my boss and told him the score, he couldn’t believe it either. I was so glad to be leaving Florida, I didn’t care at the time.

About 30 minutes into my trip, the same jerk manager calls me up with some phony crocodile tears and then started hassling me again ending every sentence with “listen to me” and not letting me get a word in edgewise. When I did, I lost it with him. A first for me. I was angry enough to drive almost non stop.

I got back @4:30 in the morning, got unloaded, sort of settled and home by 8.

It took another week or so to fix all the paperwork and cargo manifests that I got sent to me in the field and conflicting instructions on.

That was one of two big nails in the coffin of my old workplace.