Your Success Is ALL About YOUR Attitude!

I got to agree about the attitude thing, but sometimes you do need to keep on the office staff. For instance i am sitting in back of a pilot right now waiting for the planer to find me an empty to go to my next pickup. Its all well an good but with him being slow i have missed my pickup time and soon i will lose time to my 14 hour clock and might have to wait until tomorrow to get the load which costs me money.

All i can do is what i have done, send a qualcomm message about needing the empty and following that up with a call to my terminal just to let them know i am waiting.

On another note one of the guys i went to school with has just a superior attitude tword everyone and he could not figure out why he only was getting sub 500 mile runs stuck in major cities. He was blaming swift for it when it was the way he treated people.

Pat, I love that show! Totally scripted and dramatized, but entertaining nonetheless. It definitely helped pique my interest in trucking.

You mean wrestling is not real?

Ice road truckers is not real?

Oh man this is really gonna mess up my day, I am soooo disappointed now. Here all this time I've been really getting into this stuff, and Weatherman comes along and just ruins everything for me! Thanks for nothing Weatherman! It was a heartless blow you've rendered to me, and it's gonna take me a while to get over it.

At least I still know that those other reality shows are not scripted, that provides a little relief to me. I mean they can't call them reality when they are not can they?

Some rare sarcasm from Old School. I like it.

All the reality tv shows are scripted....except, of course, Duck Dynasty, which is 100% real.

Tracy

All the reality tv shows are scripted....except, of course, Duck Dynasty, which is 100% real.

Tracy

(I think it was show #1) Filling the truck dock with water for a "test pond"? On company time? It may not be scripted, but someone had to say, "Let's do something really stupid."

I've watched IRT since the beginning. (No, it didn't influence me to become a trucker.) Like wrestling, some plot points are pre-arranged - setting up a competing company, for example, but those drivers just let their characteristics take the lead.

Is it just me, or is the employer the least of your problems? Maybe it's just a flatbed thing, but what this world actually throws at you rattles a whole heck of a lot more than what company operations does.

I'm on this load right now that is basically a load straight from the devil.

Picked it up two days ago. When I got done securing it, I tried to jump off the trailer using the passenger side drive tire and ate the concrete hard. Still really hurting. Then I started on down the road, heard weird noises. There was some wire crap spun around the drive shaft. Had to get road side out to remove it. Took about four hours and it was about four degrees.

Yesterday. Had 2:50 left to make it the last 110 miles to my receiver. Well the snow storm wasn't about to let me do that. Did about 50 more miles until I got under the one hour mark, and then it took me three different exits, getting off and back on, until I could find an available spot to shut down.

Today. Limping through the last 60 miles of compromised roads to the receiver. The adventure of the last dozen miles down two lane country roads between the interstate and the receiver begins. I come up on a jackknifed reefer with a completely confused European man walking around the trailer. I get out and ask if he's okay and if he has help coming. "I don't know, I call company, I wait". I back out of there, drive in reverse for a good 1 and 1/4 mile to the road that got me there and find a new route.

Finally get to my first receiver (it's a two drop load). Getting stuck all over the place in their lot. We're digging snow and throwing gravel around and tying chains from trucks to heavy loaders to get her unstuck multiple times. Just a blast.

Make it to the second receiver and there nobody there to receive. Nobody came in today because of the inclement weather. Okay, good, I'll go sit in the Walmart parking lot until tomorrow morning when hopefully some people come into work. I haven't been home since Halloween and I was supposed to get there tomorrow, but I guess I'll just get there the day after now.

So I guess my point is, how someone can be so angsty towards a company is something I don't really grasp when there's about a million and a half things the world will throw at you that will assuredly screw your day up more. Even after everything that has happened on this load, I'm having an effing blast out here and I'm in a great mood in this Wally parking lot. My box may be short of a few crayons though, I hear that's a requirement for flatbed, so your experience may vary.

Is it just me, or is the employer the least of your problems? Maybe it's just a flatbed thing, but what this world actually throws at you rattles a whole heck of a lot more than what company operations does.

I'm on this load right now that is basically a load straight from the devil.

Picked it up two days ago. When I got done securing it, I tried to jump off the trailer using the passenger side drive tire and ate the concrete hard. Still really hurting. Then I started on down the road, heard weird noises. There was some wire crap spun around the drive shaft. Had to get road side out to remove it. Took about four hours and it was about four degrees.

Yesterday. Had 2:50 left to make it the last 110 miles to my receiver. Well the snow storm wasn't about to let me do that. Did about 50 more miles until I got under the one hour mark, and then it took me three different exits, getting off and back on, until I could find an available spot to shut down.

Today. Limping through the last 60 miles of compromised roads to the receiver. The adventure of the last dozen miles down two lane country roads between the interstate and the receiver begins. I come up on a jackknifed reefer with a completely confused European man walking around the trailer. I get out and ask if he's okay and if he has help coming. "I don't know, I call company, I wait". I back out of there, drive in reverse for a good 1 and 1/4 mile to the road that got me there and find a new route.

Finally get to my first receiver (it's a two drop load). Getting stuck all over the place in their lot. We're digging snow and throwing gravel around and tying chains from trucks to heavy loaders to get her unstuck multiple times. Just a blast.

Make it to the second receiver and there nobody there to receive. Nobody came in today because of the inclement weather. Okay, good, I'll go sit in the Walmart parking lot until tomorrow morning when hopefully some people come into work. I haven't been home since Halloween and I was supposed to get there tomorrow, but I guess I'll just get there the day after now.

So I guess my point is, how someone can be so angsty towards a company is something I don't really grasp when there's about a million and a half things the world will throw at you that will assuredly screw your day up more. Even after everything that has happened on this load, I'm having an effing blast out here and I'm in a great mood in this Wally parking lot. My box may be short of a few crayons though, I hear that's a requirement for flatbed, so your experience may vary.

Dude, you're not short a few crayons, you just misplaced the box and now they're scattered all obey the floorboard.

Just don't do what I did and make a melted crayon mural on the dash when you toss them by mistake on the defroster vents. It's a pretty cool mix of colors though.

Is it just me, or is the employer the least of your problems? Maybe it's just a flatbed thing, but what this world actually throws at you rattles a whole heck of a lot more than what company operations does.

I'm on this load right now that is basically a load straight from the devil.

Picked it up two days ago. When I got done securing it, I tried to jump off the trailer using the passenger side drive tire and ate the concrete hard. Still really hurting. Then I started on down the road, heard weird noises. There was some wire crap spun around the drive shaft. Had to get road side out to remove it. Took about four hours and it was about four degrees.

Yesterday. Had 2:50 left to make it the last 110 miles to my receiver. Well the snow storm wasn't about to let me do that. Did about 50 more miles until I got under the one hour mark, and then it took me three different exits, getting off and back on, until I could find an available spot to shut down.

Today. Limping through the last 60 miles of compromised roads to the receiver. The adventure of the last dozen miles down two lane country roads between the interstate and the receiver begins. I come up on a jackknifed reefer with a completely confused European man walking around the trailer. I get out and ask if he's okay and if he has help coming. "I don't know, I call company, I wait". I back out of there, drive in reverse for a good 1 and 1/4 mile to the road that got me there and find a new route.

Finally get to my first receiver (it's a two drop load). Getting stuck all over the place in their lot. We're digging snow and throwing gravel around and tying chains from trucks to heavy loaders to get her unstuck multiple times. Just a blast.

Make it to the second receiver and there nobody there to receive. Nobody came in today because of the inclement weather. Okay, good, I'll go sit in the Walmart parking lot until tomorrow morning when hopefully some people come into work. I haven't been home since Halloween and I was supposed to get there tomorrow, but I guess I'll just get there the day after now.

So I guess my point is, how someone can be so angsty towards a company is something I don't really grasp when there's about a million and a half things the world will throw at you that will assuredly screw your day up more. Even after everything that has happened on this load, I'm having an effing blast out here and I'm in a great mood in this Wally parking lot. My box may be short of a few crayons though, I hear that's a requirement for flatbed, so your experience may vary.

But I am willing to bet that you would rather go through all that than to pull a box and bump docks!

Your box is a few crayons short because you keep eating them... You gotta stop doing that...

Dude, I was told that you don't have to be crazy to be a flatbedder...but it helps.

If this poor person had made it to a solo position and been fed all the crap like misinfo like wrong directions,phone numbers, offload times for months i might mind you have some understanding, however i highly doubt this person could do anything but complain wherever he goes.