And the verdict is…
Not fired… but… may be quitting… tomorrow.
So we finally got load delivered and headed to the yard to discover our fate. Didn’t have to wait long since when we pulled up to the guard shack we were told to park and come inside to learn some things about our new truck. That’s right — new truck. I’m talking 423 miles on it and the flimsy plastic things still on the seats.
So you’re probably asking yourself right about now if this is a “hurrah” moment and if you should cheer our good fortune lustily. Well we believe you should do pretty much everything lustily, but this isn’t a cheering moment.
The brand spanking new truck is not the same kind of truck we are currently driving. The main reason we came to this company was to get the kind of truck we are currently driving. We wanted this particular truck because it has the best suspension on the road and more storage space than any other company truck available. And believe you me, we are all about the suspension and the storage. We’ve learned over the years that these are the two most important things — to us — in a truck.
Its hard to explain to people who don’t drive just why the truck is so very important. The best you can say is that it’s our house the vast majority of the time. We spend 25 days per month living in this truck and only 5 days at home. So when we say the kind of truck we are driving is important, its not at all about the actual driving its about the living part. It’s about feeling comfortable and at-home in your surroundings.
So back to the new truck. It’s beautiful. It’s shiny. It’s gorgeous. If you got it for Christmas you’d shit your pants. But it has practically no storage room. Rough guess less than half the amount of storage that’s in the truck we currently drive. And I know I’m probably well known by now for exaggerating a little — it’s part of my goofy yet lovable charm — but not this time. Less than half. This is a disaster.
As for the suspension, we don’t know since we haven’t driven this exact model before. Word on the street is that it’s decent but we won’t know until we live in it. So that’s unknowable at this point. We could move into the new truck only to find out the suspension is not good enough that Stace can sleep while the truck is moving. And you can’t drive 2,800 miles straight if you can’t sleep when the truck is moving.
Right now we’re going to try talking to the equipment manager in the morning and see if we can’t work something out. Try to stay in the truck we’re in now or move into another like it somewhere if they insist we move out of this one. But we don’t really hold out any hope that things will work out in our favor. We heard tonight that a number of the company’s teams had quit after being assigned these new trucks so this tells us that they aren’t exactly being very flexible about placement.
Which means tomorrow we will have a very big decision to make. Try to find a way to make the new truck work or quit. We don’t want to make this sound more dramatic than what it is. Unless something bizarre happens in our meeting, we will likely try to make this thing work. It will mean leaving probably a third of our stuff in a dumpster in Ohio and just crossing our fingers that the suspension is decent and we can sleep while truck is moving.
It’s just depressing. Really depressing. And I know it sounds like we’re big whiny babies. I mean they are assigning us to a brand spanking new truck… and it’s not like we’re going to be forced to drive down the road listening to Muskrat Love 24 hours a day… but even if it works out the new truck is just never going to feel like home. It’s like being forced to leave your four-bedroom split-level ranch and moving into a one-room apartment.
I wish we were ready to buy our own truck and say screw you guys we’re going home. But we’re just not ready. We need to save a lot more cash so that we can go into O/O-hood with a good chance to succeed. At this point, it looks like best-case scenario is to stay here, try to live with the truck, save money and watch the economy.
So that’s where everything stands right now… glad we’re not fired (mostly) but we’re seriously bumming. We have no hope whatsoever that talking to this lady in the morning is going to do anything at all for us. We’re just screwed. I have a feeling I can tell you where to come pick-up a free microwave, dust buster, big bag of slightly-chewed dog toys, and other fun odds and ends tomorrow afternoon. Yay trucking!!