Our dispatch office gives me plenty to wonder about. Why things are done the way they are. And of course I think I could do things better. NOT!!
Essentially we are on a deadhead trip from Charlotte, North Carolina to Chehalis, Washington.
Were it not for the suit fitting, last Saturday for our daughter’s wedding this coming July, we would probably still be in the northeast or Midwest. All that traveling for TWO trucks. Joe wheedled and badgered until a second set of trucks was found near Salt Lake City, Utah.
We hooked up my trucks this morning at Magna, Utah.
This job site requires all the safety gear to be worn. A couple of the men at the site had big smiles on their faces as they met me. I think it was my hard hat and they want one like mine.
My trucks are going to Henderson, Colorado from Magna, Utah.
Joe’s route will be a little out of route when we drop down to get my trucks then head to the Houston, Texas area.
I have found one odd thing about strangers.
If I go into a restaurant in my grease stained and dirty scrubs I get looks ranging from disgust to stink eye. If, however, I wear my orange vest over my grease stained and dirty scrubs I don’t get the odd looks.
Go figure. A working stiff is a working stiff. Dirty homeless people don’t, as a rule, walk into a restaurant to eat a $30 lunch or dinner for two.
Perception. That’s what it is. The orange vest is the answer to the dirty scrub clue. I have a job and I get dirty.
So from now on….the orange vest will be my friend 🙂 and it will get a lot of use.
This week is just about over. Where does the time go? I hear this Sunday is Father’s Day. Dad’s, practice your best smile. The neck ties are coming.
Hey! Any of you men that read my blog want to get a contest started? An “Ugly Tie” contest? Send me a link if anyone takes me up on it.
My hard hat.