Nobody Cares

Dispatched on a load scheduled to pickup at 4 p.m.
"Call the broker" they said, so I called the broker.
"Pick it up noon," said the broker,
So I started my 14-hour clock and drove to the shipper leaving my parking spot at the truck stop where I had access to food drinks a restroom facility Etc.
" You are early," said the shipper,
" That load doesn't pick up until 4 p.m."
"Oh," I replied "The  broker told me to pick it up at noon instead,  I assumed that she had cleared that with you."
"Nope."
" Well," I asked in my nicest voice "Do you think there's any way possible I might get loaded a little early?"
" Anything is possible," he said with a smirk.

At approximately 2:30 I was backed into a door,  about an hour later I felt them start loading my truck.
at 4:30 the broker called me back.
"Hey hon," she said in her I'm-trying-to-be-all-nice-and-friendly southern accent,
"Did they get you all taken care of over there?"
" Not yet," I replied "I'm still sitting here in the dock waiting to be loaded."
" Oh my goodness that's too bad," she said.
" Sometimes they'll load people early so I like to send Drivers over there early just in case.  Most of the time they don't but sometimes they do."
"The most frustrating part," I remarked  "Is that I had to start my 14-hour clock 4 hours early and now I've just been sitting here burning up my clock for nothing."
" Oh darling that's too bad," she said,  again with those syrupy overtones of southern hospitality,  but lacking the genuine sincerity one often hears.
" I just don't know how you guys do it out there, I know I could never do it."

Well, my patient reader who has read through this entire conversation hoping to find a point somewhere , I'll tell you how we do it.

We sit here on the  dock waiting to be loaded, and while we wait we silently curse under our breath.

We curse the load planner who felt it was appropriate to have the driver contact the broker, instead of contacting the broker themselves and getting the needed information and passing it along to us.

We curse the brokers who demand that drivers call them directly and we curse the company that tolerates those demands.

We curse the situation because if the company had directed us to come here at noon, and we had to sit this long, we would get paid for our time, but since it was the broker who made that demand, and since the original work order still says 4 p.m., our time is volunteer time and we sit here for free.

We curse Brokers that have no vested interest in drivers but still end up in a position of telling them what to do.

We curse Brokers that truly DO NOT  know how we do it out here, and who truly COULD NOT ever do it.

We curse everyone from the Federal Motor Carrier Safety Administration to the National Transportation Safety Council,  to the load planners and dispatchers and brokers,  and everyone else who has never been inside a truck,  never done this job,  doesn't have the first clue about how to do this job, and yet somehow managed to end up in a position of authority where their job is to tell us how to do our job.

And then we finish cursing and because we need the money,  because we have bills to pay, because we have homes and families to support, and because this is what we do,  we do our best to get the load there safely, legally and on time, because in the end that's all anybody really cares about.

The broker doesn't care if I sat here  all day without pay.

The dispatcher doesn't care, the load planner doesn't care, the shipper doesn't care and the receiver doesn't care.

When Billy Bob Consumer and Susie Q. Housewife go to the grocery store for their milk and bread and toilet paper, they don't care how long I sat at the shipper without any pay. All they care about is whether or not there's milk and bread and toilet paper on the shelf.

When people do their back-to-school shopping or when they put the gas in their car or when they BUY a new car,  or when they buy anything else for that matter, they don't care about how the manufacturer treated the truck driver or about how  the intermediate warehouse treated the truck driver or about how the retailer treated the truck driver.

They don't even care about how the carrier or the load planner or the dispatcher or the broker treated the truck driver.  All they care about is whether or not their consumer goods are there and available for them when they need them.

And because of about 3.5 million men and women out here on the road just like me doing what we do, the goods ARE there when you need them

Kind of funny when you think about it; How folks will fight about a statue because it represents how someone was treated a long time ago, but they don't give a second thought to how people are treated today.

I would propose that we erect a 53-foot,  18 wheel Monument to the American truck driver,  but I imagine most people would just assume it was sitting there waiting to be loaded and wouldn't give it another thought

For my few friends who like me enough to have read all the way through this,   you guys are the best friends in the whole world thank you for putting up with me

The Penny A Day Challenge. After 60 Days.

Friends who have known me for a while have followed along on the Penny A Day challenge with me now for several years.

This is year number five for me, and it has become as much a part of my daily routine as tying my shoes in the morning or putting my hat on before I get out of my truck.

The first year can be a challenge but for me it has just become a part of my life.

I've been trying to share some tips this year with some of my Facebook friends to help them get started on this challenge. For those of you who don't know how it works let me review it real quick.

Starting the first day of the year or January 1st, you put one penny in a jar. The next day you add two pennies and the next day three pennies.

It starts off slow but that's not what's important. What is important at first is developing the habit of putting the money into the jar each day.

January can be kind of hard because you're just developing The Habit and it's kind of discouraging to see how slowly it accumulates. But they say if you do something repeatedly and consistently for 30 days it becomes a habit so I always encourage people to do it that way at first.

February and March are a breeze because by then you just do it automatically without thinking and it's still less than a dollar a day. The second quarter is a little more of a challenge, because you have to start consciously thinking about it. But it's still generally just pocket change.

Right around the end of June I usually convert everything in the jar into paper money because going into the third quarter, I actually find myself having to sacrifice a little some days, give up the donut with my morning coffee, or the cookies with my Subway meal in order to have an extra couple of dollars in my pocket each day,  and it provides a really good incentive to see that hundred dollar bill in the jar each day when I add my money.

By the end of the third quarter we're actually talking real money; nothing that breaks the bank, but $20 out of my weekly budget is a noticeable amount and I start to feel it. But by then the jar has lots of paper bills in it, and the excitement of seeing it build up real fast justifies the financial inconvenience.

The first couple years it was real tempting for me to take what was in the jar and use it a couple days before Christmas but I convinced myself to wait, and so on New Year's Eve when Christmas is over and I'm starting to feel the impact of all of the Christmas expenses, I get to open up the jar and take out a big handful of money and I suddenly feel rich.


In 2019 it produced $667.95 in savings.
2020 being a leap year, it will end up $671.61.

Like I said it was becoming pretty much a routine at this point so I decided this year to kick it up a little bit and add a little bit more of a challenge for myself.

And so on January 1st instead of putting a penny in a jar I put one penny each into two jars.

I've kept that up everyday subsequently I have two separate jars going and I am doubling my savings.

If I can keep it up all year by the end of the year I will have just under $1,350.

For those of you who are doing it with me or considering doing it next year there are a couple of different tactics you can use.

The one that I actually recommend for those getting started is to put the exact amount in change into the jar everyday.

You will have a Jar full of change that builds up that is very inconvenient to spend. Do not be tempted to borrow quarters for laundry or a vending machine or anything else. By doing it this way there will not be any paper money in the jar until day 100, and by then, three months in, hopefully you will have developed the will power to put the money in and leave it alone.

If you have incredible willpower and self-control you can use the progressive method.

Under this method you might add one penny on day one 2 pennies on day 2 and then on day 3 put in a nickel and take out two pennies, leaving a nickel and a penny. On day 4 you could put in a dime and take out the nickel and the penny.

If you're going to use this method you need to be confident of your math skills and confident of your self control.

To demonstrate the difference I have done one of my jars using each of the two methods this year.

Today is the 60th day of the year so today's contribution was $0.60.

If you have been doing this with me since January 1st, you have $18.30 in the jar, and you've probably developed The Habit yourself as part of your daily routine.

Up to this point it's been fairly easy; just a little bit of change here and there.

The next sixty days are going to be a little more of a challenge. Every day is going to require at least two quarters and in just over a month from now will be up to a dollar a day.

It's a little more challenging now but it's also a little more rewarding.

We're really going to watch those jars start to fill up fast now.

Keep an eye on them.

It's finally starting to get exciting.

But, I'm Not a Mechanic.

I pulled out of the Love's in Midlothian TX one afternoon, pulled up the to stop sign, and heard a whooshing noise, and suddenly air was rushing through the brake valve , the low air warning was screaming at me,  pressure in both tanks was falling like a drunken roller skater on a sheet of ice, and it was my turn to go.

I was 25 miles from my destination, with a delivery appointment two hours away.

I hit the 4-ways, made a quick right turn back toward the repair shop, and revved the  engine, hoping to keep enough air in the tanks to get the 100 yards back to the shop before the spring brakes locked up.

Short story, I made it, although I had to set the supply valve one time, halfway there, to build air back up.

I called my dispatch to alert them to a possible late delivery, called our shop to  start a job order, and went into the service bay at Loves.

I described the problem to the service guy.  He said "Sounds like a blown brake chamber."

Now,  I've  blown brake chambers before, and they didn't act, sound or feel like this, but I'm not a mechanic...

So I said:  "Feels more like something in the dash to me"
He smiled, and replied, "Yeah, brake chambers do that,  they blow all the time, and frankly, there's nothing in your dash that would do what you described."

Having watched while a mechanic replaced the brake valves in my dash before, I knew better, but after all, I'm not a mechanic.

I said, " My gut tells me it's  not a brake chamber, now, my gut has been wrong before, but my gut has been driving trucks for 30 years, so..."
He said, as soon as he had a minute he'd  take a look at it.
I relaxed.  In about 30 minutes I got a call from our head maintenance guy.

"Just wanted to check in with  you," he said "Sounds like a blown brake chamber."
" I don't  know," I said,  "I've had brake chambers blow before,  this was different."
"Yeah," he said "They blow all the time. While  you're  waiting,  why not take a walk around the truck and listen to see which one is leaking, it will save them time when they get you into the shop.

I did that.

No leaking sounds.

I waited, finally it was my turn.

The mechanic had me release the brakes, while he listened for a leak.
Then he had my apply the foot pedal, while he listened  for a leak
He went around to each brake chamber and tested  them  individually.

He pinched each one off, in turn, to find the one that was leaking.

Finally he came back.

"I can't find a leak" he said, Next step is I'm going to have to take your dash apart and see if its something back there."

"I'm not a mechanic," I responded, "but thats what it seems like to me."

We went inside and sat in the air conditioning of Arbys and waited.

About 90 minutes later, the mechanic came in with a small metal and plastic truck part in his hand, and showed us where it had cracked.

He had to drive to Dallas for a part, would be back in an hour.

Sure enough, an hour later, he was back, the part  was replaced, the problem was resolved, and the truck was fixed.

Now, I'm not a mechanic, I had no idea what was wrong with the truck, and Im still not quite sure what that part does.

I'm not sure I could  have identified and fixed the problem.

But I knew what it wasn't.

It wasnt a brake chamber.

My gut told me that, and my gut has spent a lot of time, firmly packed behind the wheel of a truck.

Sometimes, you have to trust your gut.

Even if you aren't a mechanic.

CB or not CB? That is the question.

Continuing on  with the ABC's of trucking, this week we are on

So let's talk about the Citizen Band, or CB Radio. generations, truckers depended on CB Radio.

It was their lifeline, their primary means of communication, and their chief source of information and entertainment.

No trucking movie of the seventies would be complete without the ever present CB.  That's because no truck in the twentieth century would be complete without one.

And the American people ate it up.

Even those with no exposure to trucks were familiar with CB's. After all, how else would Uncle Jesse have known what the Duke boys were up to without those radios that somehow had a range that extended all over Hazzard County?

CB really took off in the 1970's as a nationwide 55 mph speed limit took a bite out of paychecks and truckers used it to avoid speeding tickets. And with Smokey And The Bandit  hitting the big screen while Convoy played on the airwaves, soon everyone was playing along. Every truck, pickup,  car, and home was fair game as America got caught up in the craze.

But like the Hula Hoop before and the Rubik's Cube that followed, the novelty soon wore off and by the 90's CB's were mostly in the hands of a few hard core enthusiasts, farmers and of course, truckers.

The birth of the internet and the affordability and convenience  of smart phones have all  played key roles in the recent decreased popularity of the CB among truckers.

There is current a division of thought among truck drivers regarding CB Radios. There are mixed feelings as to whether it is a vital tool, a fun toy, or an irritating distraction.  I believe it is, at times, a little of each. Many of the hardcore, old school drivers  swear that no truck is safe unless the CB is turned on so the driver can be aware of what's ahead, while others feel that the foul language, name calling, political bickering, race baiting and general trash talking that comes along with it make simply not worth the bother.


There are strong opinions on both sides of the issue, and I have been called a variety of names and even invited to leave some social media groups, for expressing my somewhat neutral opinion.

Imagine if you will, a Facebook account where you were 'friends' with everyone within a five mile radius. Now imagine that everyone comments and posts anonymously. You can see how it could get ugly real quick.

On the other hand on the morning of Sept. 11 2001 Diann and I were in Western Pennsylvania, driving towards Washington DC, for a delivery that afternoon, when I turned my CB on and we learned that a plane had just hit the WorldTrade Center.  That early knowledge helped us to stop and divert to a drop yard, before we got into the worst of the congestion and confusion. So I recognize that it can be a helpful tool if used properly.

My solution to the Great CB Controversy, is to Compromise.

I have a CB Radio installed in my truck. But I don't always use it. If I'm in heavy traffic, bad weather or congested docks and truck stops I'll be sure and have it on.  But other than that it's hit and miss.  I don't turn it on when I have a student on my truck, and I turn it off whenever it gets annoying.

It's kind of sad, the passing of an era. But one that I got to be a part of for a while.

10-4 friends, I'm going to back on out,  ya'll keep it safe, keep the purty side up and the dirty side down, and we'll catch you on the flip-flop.

 You can see more of my ABC's of Trucking here:
A - Attitude
B - Budget
C - CB Radio

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My Home Sweet Home

A Penny Saved

Continuing with my theme of the ABC's of trucking, Today let's talk about the letter B.

Many words came to mind.  Backing. Bill of Lading. BS Artist. Big Truck...

But one of the most critical, in my opinion, is Budget.

In the world of electronic funds, it's a little easier to get access to money than it used to be.  This can be a good thing or a bad thing.

Back when I was starting, I had a certain amount each week.  When it was gone I was in trouble.  I had to make every nickel and dime count.  Many was the day I was living on ramen noodles and faith. 

Things are better now.  But I still like to keep things under control because easier to access can often mean easier to spend, and that can leave you scrambling to pay the bills. 

So what we do is have one bank account set up just for me to use on the road.  Each week we put my budgeted discretionary money in there and it's there for me to withdraw or access with a debit card any time I need to, throughout the week.

In the rare and unlikely event that I have an emergency come up, or another expense that causes me to exceed that,  we can decide how much needs to be transferred from our household account to cover it.  That way I'm not just randomly dipping into our household funds.

I make it into a sort of game to try to stay below budget every week, and save the difference. Some weeks it's easier than others. 

I engaged in an experiment in 2016.

I had read about the Penny A Day Challenge around Christmas of 2015 and decided I would give it a try.

It's very simple really.

On Jan 1, 2016, I put a penny in a jar. (In my case I used a cheap penny bank.)
On Jan 2, I put two pennies into the kitty. On Jan 3, three pennies. And so on...

It was easy at first; So easy it was tempting to just quit. But as the days progressed, the number kept growing.
By April 9, the 100th day of the year, when I was now adding $1.00 a day, it had become a habit. Every morning part of my morning ritual was to go through my pocket change from the previous day and take out the appropriate amount, before dropping the rest in a separate jar.  This jar, normally my laundry and vending machine money, came in handy later in the year when the daily challenge amount was more than my pocket change and I turned to the change jar to make up the difference.

Although it was easy at first, by the time July 18, the 200th day of the year pushed past the $2.00 mark it started to actually require a commitment. Of course by this time it was such a habit, a part of my daily life, that it made it easier to give up my afternoon donut and Coke. This in turn, presumably, had its own added health benefits.

And of course when Oct 25 rolled around and I hit the $3 per day mark, I was fully committed, and watching the money building up so much faster was part of the fun.

Continuing  for the entire year meant that since 2016 was a leap year and  it contained 366 days,  Dec 31, 2016 was the 366th day of the year so on that day I was up to $3.66 finishing my year contribution.

The result was a final tally of $671.61.

And the best part was that, since I resisted temptation to spend it early, I still had that in my hand AFTER Christmas.

It was such a fun way to challenge myself to save that I have decided to do it again this year.
But I'm going to add an additional challenge.
I'm also going to do the Dollar A Week challenge, which is self explanatory. $1 the first week, 2 dollars the second and so on throughout the year.

The tricky part will be that by the final week, if I am still doing both challenges, I will need to come up with $75.34, which currently exceeds my weekly discretionary allowance I have given myself.

Once I hit my limit,  I will need to find a way to generate additional money, either through mystery shopping or some other means of bringing in those extra dollars.  But we'll cross that bridge when it becomes a problem.

If I am able to keep up with both challenges, the Penny challenge should yield $667.96 while the Dollar challenge should add up to $1378.00 for a combined total of $2045.96.

I'd like to invite you, to join me in one or the other or both challenges.
I'll post periodic updates and try to provide some encouragement.

Lets do it!

Check out my other ABC's of Trucking posts.

A - Attitude

B - Budget

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The ABC's of Trucking

Nearly ten years ago, an Englishwoman named Denise Nesbitt started a blog to share her thoughts and ideas with her friends and to allow them to share theirs.
Under the humble title ABC Wednesday, she started with A and each week progressed through the alphabet sharing things in her world that were inspired by that letter.
It was so successful that she continued, round after round, and her blog has, to date, cycled through the alphabet 19 times. During the fourth year  she invited me to join her team and I have participated in one way or another since then.
After much heartbreaking consideration it was decided last year that the blog would discontinue and so round twenty will be the final round.

I have not always regularly contributed to the blog each week, but as this is the final round I am going to make an effort to fit it in among my various other daily activities (like working and stuff.)

Sometimes my posts will be elaborate, some weeks they might just be a picture or a quick thought. But I will try over the next 26 weeks to share some snippets of the trucking world, one letter at a time.

So this week let's start with:

A is for Attitude. 

An important aspect of trucking is attitude.

Trucking  is a career and a lifestyle that requires an enormous amount of dedication; If you approach it with a chip on your shoulder it's just a matter of time before someone will knock it off. 

In order to be successful in this industry you need to be flexible, patient and willing to learn.

 No matter how long you've been out on the road there are still new things that you can learn and once you've decided that there's nothing else to learn, it's time to hang up your keys and call it quits.

 As  a truck driver you are going to go places where they feel their time is more valuable than your time is and you can either accept that and get your load eventually, or you can be upset about that and get your load eventually.

 Don't believe the tough talking guy in the truck stop who tells you that all he had to do was throw a temper tantrum and he got his own way at the shipper or receiver. Temper tantrums are not effective tools in this industry.

Whether you are dealing with clients, law enforcement, your dispatcher, the cashier at the truck stop, or just your fellow drivers,  a nasty attitude will seldom get you very far. A smile a kind word and a little bit of courtesy and you will be down the road before you know it.

 Most of us get paid by the mile and it's a sad fact that the pay per mile is the same whether you drive with a grumpy face or a smile on your face. But an upbeat attitude can make those miles go by a lot faster

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