I Should’ve Just Stayed In Bed
The cabs we drive are not off the road for more than a few minutes a day during shift change. My shift starts at 3:30am so the night drivers shift ends at 3:00am. I have to show up 15 mins before my shift to get my paperwork and check out my cab. The night driver can bring the cab in 15 mins early to fuel up and drop his/her money and paperwork. So my cab should be in the yard between 2:45am and 3:00am unless they are late. When the night driver is late it starts a snowball effect that gets my blood boiling.
After walking to the parking structure I look all over the floor my cab should be parked on (we have certain floors we are supposed to park on) I can’t find my cab. This means a few different things,
- The cab is late and my supervisor didn’t tell me
- The night driver downed it for maintenance and didn’t tell anyone
- Another driver took my cab to drive around and look for his/her cab
- The night driver parked it on another floor for some reason
Either way I’m now going on a hunt for my cab and it could be anywhere. I start by walking up and searching all 4 floors of the parking structure. After walking up and down all 4 floors with no luck I have to check the mechanic areas (all 4 of them). I still have no luck and head to the car wash area and finally “Bell Street”, which is an old cul-de-sac that has become part of the compound. I still have no luck and go back to the parking structure to start all over again. The part that really gets me mad is when I get there my cab is siting there right in front and is still warm from either the night driver sneaking it in or the A-Hole who used it to joy ride around the yard looking for their cab (which we are not support to do). But I have my cab now and get ready to hit the road to make my money and I’m only 30 mins late in leaving the yard.
I pull up to the security shack to leave the yard and as they are checking my paperwork and inspecting the cab they notice a break light out and spin me around to the shop to get it fixed. Ok, now my morning is shot and I’m on the verge or blowing a gasket. I normally keep my cool but nothing is worse than having money taken away from you and not having any control over it. Another 15 mins later I’m now heading back to try to leave. For some reason, I look at my Fuel gauge and notice my car is not full of gas. Ok I’ve done lost it now. I pull up to the fuel pumps and go back to my supervisor to get a fuel slip so I can charge the last driver for the fuel I’m putting in (we pay for half our gas used). I top off the cab and FINALLY hit the road.
Total elapsed time is 1 hour all because of a fellow driver.