Way to go Uriah!
Well! I don’t know if any of you remember my account of the trials and travails involved in getting home last month, but if you do you might remember that I was a little peeved with our dispatcher, Uriah. He sent us all over the country when we were already going to be late getting home.
This month was a different story. We were supposed to get home on Monday. We had a load heading to Missouri — granted not anywhere near home but at least to the right state — and delivering on Tuesday morning. Not bad — especially for They Who Must Not Be Named. But as if that wasn’t impressive enough, first thing Monday morning Uriah called and wanted us to trade loads with another driver. <sigh> What now? OMG! The new load delivered 30 minutes from the house as fast as we could get it there!
So we took the new load, delivered it, and got home only eight hours late! Its like a little tiny miracle. Oh, nothing as good as NewBalance shoes… but still it’s pretty damned awesome. Let’s hear it for Uriah!