Dead to me
Well. When last we left our heroes, they were in the middle of a major brain-melting pile of boobery the likes of which they had rarely seen. Unfortunately at the time they were not at liberty to really post about the whole situation using the flaming geysers of invective the despicable sub-humans at TWMNBN so richly deserved. Now they can. Let’s join the action as it happened:
Saturday 05/02/09 Olive Branch, MS (aka Memphis)
08:00 ~~~ Stace and I woke up early to go take our CDL physicals. Taking special care to avoid caffeine, we strove mightily to keep Stace’s blood pressure at a reasonable level for the test.
09:15 ~~~ My physical was fine. Got my two year card. No problem. Stace’s blood pressure was fine. No mention of irritating sleep apnea tests. They found sugar in Stace’s urine. Follow up blood tests determined her blood sugar was very high. The doctor gave Stace a three month medical card but said her blood sugar was dangerously high and insisted that she needed to get home to her personal doctor ASAP for further testing and to begin treatment immediately. Welcome to the world of diabetes, Hags.
09:30 ~~~ Freaking out.
09:45 ~~~ On hold with TWMNBN to explain the situation and try to get moving toward home. At this point we were 320 miles from the house and could have been home in less than 6 hours.
10:10 ~~~ Still on hold.
10:11 ~~~ Still freaking out.
10:20 ~~~ Explained entire situation to weekend dispatcher aka Trained Monkey. Trained Monkey screwed everything up. Predictably. Trained Monkey told Safety Department that Stace had been denied a medical card and was suspended pending medical review. This meant TWMNBN now thought Stace was no longer qualified to drive a truck.
10:45 ~~~ At nearby truck-stop faxing entire three pages of Stace’s medical long form to Safety Department to prove Stace is legal to drive. Also on phone trying to clear up misunderstanding.
11:00 ~~~ Finally everything was straightened out and everyone understood that Stace was legal to drive but needed to get home absolutely as soon as possible to meet with her regular doctor. Everyone seemed to be on the same page so we settled in to wait for a load or repower to get us home.
12:30 ~~~ Freaking out again.
13:00 thru 22:00 ~~~ At regular intervals throughout the day we contacted dispatch politely to check on getting a load home and were told they were working on it. Debate the merits of contacting her family by phone, but finally decide to keep everything quiet until we get home and Stace has seen the doctor to have more information about the situation. Also it’s just not the kind of news you want your mom to hear on the telephone or to read from your blog. After long stressful day finally went to bed about ten pm.
Sunday 05/03/09 Still in Olive Branch, MS (still aka Memphis)
10:30 ~~~ Contact Trained Monkey to check on a load headed home. In the message I mentioned, “…as you know Stace needs to get home asap…” Trained Monkey responded, “Why? Why does Stace need to go home?”
10:32 ~~~ Called Trained Monkey. Sat on hold forever. When she finally answered the phone, I explained — in my most calm and reasonable voice — the entire situation again and stressed that we need a load home immediately so we can be at the doctor’s office first thing Monday morning. Trained Monkey made odd garbled sounds that — while not quite speech — seemed to indicate that she understood the situation.
11:08 ~~~ Slightly freaking out but trying to pretend I’m cool and not worried. Stared really hard at Stace when she wasn’t looking to see if she was having a blood sugar episode or something. Realized I didn’t know exactly what a blood sugar episode was… cursed Fernando soundly.
15:00 ~~~ Got a message that TWMNBN has no freight heading toward home, but if we’ll just run a load to Dallas they can get us something in Texas that will get us home. We were still somewhat freaking out about the whole situation and frankly didn’t want to go to Texas, but finally decided that if that’s what we needed to do to get home we would run the load.
18:20 ~~~ Stepped on Stace’s toes to check for feeling in her feet. No problems there. Whew!
Monday 05/04/09 Dallas, TX
08:00 ~~~ Delivered the empty soda cans to the Dr. Pepper facility and prepared to head toward home. They had set us up with a load running from Dallas almost to the house that picked up that evening and would have us home the next morning. We weren’t thrilled to be getting home on Tuesday, but were still doing a fairly good job of controlling various tempers.
17:00 ~~~ Got a message that they had taken our load home away from us and that we needed to run a load from Dallas to Louisiana that would deliver on Tuesday. Then we could pickup a load in Louisiana that would go to western Kansas and deliver late Wednesday and “they would work something out” on getting us home sometime soon.
17:02 ~~~ Brain began melting from the effort required to avoid calling TWMNBN and quitting. Or driving to Corporate Headquarters and unleashing a vengeance strike of massive dimensions on everyone involved in the whole situation.
17:12 ~~~ Finally got through to Uriah who has been our regular daytime dispatcher for over a year. Explained the whole situation again. Pointed out to him that in the entire time he has been our dispatcher we have never asked for anything special in the way of getting home. We have never complained when they got us home two or even three or four days late for our once a month home-time… which they did every single month. Now we were asking for his help because it was really important to get home asap due to a medical crisis. Also pointed out that we were already supposed to get home on Wednesday so it wasn’t like we were asking for a lot… just to get home one day early. Uriah said he would see what he could do.
17:15 ~~~ Got message from Uriah — who will henceforth be known as Sorry Fucker Prick Bastard or SFPB for short — that there was nothing he could do for us and we had to run the load to Louisiana. Due to the fact that we got the message apologizing that he couldn’t help us less than three minutes after he hung up I began to suspect perhaps the slimy little pissant hadn’t really put a lot of effort into his assistance attempt.
17:20 ~~~ Rage of mammoth proportions poured from every cell. Still able to think clearly while livid, Stace pointed out that we couldn’t just quit because for the first time in over two years we might actually need the insurance we’ve been paying $50 a week for at TWMNBN. Hatred seethed.
19:00 ~~~ Shocked to find that in spite of towering rage still had plenty of time and mind capacity left to totally freak out once again.
Tuesday 05/05/09 Louisiana somewhere
10:00 ~~~ Delivered whatever the hell we were carrying to whoever the hell and prepared to pick up our load going to distant Western Kansas which was routed through… wait for it… are you ready… Dallas. So once we picked it up and started rolling we would be right back where we were before we came to Louisiana — and not a mile closer to the house.
12:30 ~~~ Picked up load.
12:35 ~~~ Just driving and freaking out. Driving and freaking out. Oh… and seething… lots and lots of seething.
13:30 ~~~ Traded loads with another couple who had picked up a load at the same place we did the same morning. But while the load we picked up was heading to Kansas, their load was heading straight toward our house. Load was to deliver on Wednesday morning.
Wednesday 05/06/09 Headed home
09:00 ~~~ Delivered load and finally headed home. Thanks to small town life, Stace managed to set up an appointment for later that afternoon to see her doctor.
So Stace saw her doctor and is now on meds and doing better. She will post all about the whole thing soon. As for TWMNBN… well… they are dead to me. Seriously. As you know, we were already planning to buy our own truck in some hazy distant future. That future is upon us since I have already quit TWMNBN in spirit if not yet in fact. Their actions through the whole affair were despicable and they can rot in hell as far as I’m concerned. But more on that front at a later date.