Legion World Forums LEGION OUTPOST Mission Monitor Board I must confess:

Oh, yeah! There was some NASTY stuff about the reimagined Legionnaires in the Bendisboot a few days ago!

ugh, I saw that. would have soured me on FB... if I hadn't already been soured on FB!

I must confess:

I couldn't wait until September!

glad to have you back, Annfie

Thanks, Ibby!

YAY! Welcome back!!!

Always good to hear from you Ann.

Thanks, GL and Stile.

Welcome back, Ma'am.

Thanks, Rick.

My friend Mike says I have an upside down horseshoe up my ass, because not only whatever can go wrong does, but apparently new things that should be impossible to go wrong happen with me during work. It just ain't possible for so many things to go wrong with just one person. I'm gettin' reaaaal tired of it.

my grandparents always taught me that bad luck and good luck come in waves/cycles. hopefully, that horseshoe turns right-side up soon, rick

What he said.

Then holy shit I'm due about nine years of some incredible good luck. And I ain' talking luck lords luck, either. That shit better make it rain gold and shit diamonds in my yard with no one around to grab it but me.

I've lost runs, I've lost hours to make other runs, I've had plugs that shouldn't be...and today is wednesday. I have the Sidam touch, everything I touch turns to shit work wise.

I've got a couple of friends, when I tell them the shit that goes on, they cannot get it. I'm the bad luck driver for the company. It's getting so old... so very old.

Wish there was a foolproof way to get you some good luck, rick!

Praying for a healthy turnaround, friend Rick.

So, It's friday. I did NOTHING to set up for next week. I bobtailed home to avoid bringing anything from this week over to next week. This morning was the capper, and then Atlanta just pissed on my leg.

So, I'm going into the weekend with a good outlook, in spite of the week. I won't say that next week can't be worse, because it can, but I'm choosing to think it won't.

And...Gloria Gaynor is fuckin' awesome.

that's the spirit, rick! have an amazing weekend!

that a couple of weeks ago I moved over from plastics to calcium runs. It's a dedicated run, three times a week with a preload for the next week. If it runs correctly, I'll be making just a couple hundred shy of my weekly goal. Less than plastics when plastics is running correctly. But plastics hasn't been running correctly. With the downturn in the economy, runs are drying up and that means manufactoring is starting to turn down. When that happens, plastics turns down. There have been full weeks in the last few months where I've run for 60+ hours and taken home less than seven hundred dollars.

And though the first few weeks have been marred by plant problems that seem to be worked out now and next week, thanksgiving... but, the stress man. The stress is gone. No more waking up in the middle of the night with my heart racing due to stress and worry about bills and digging out runs and then having to fight with payroll over shortages. The dispatch for Calcium, Robin, is a woman that thinks like me. There's a job to do, do the job, keep her in the loop, and get the hell home. If suppliers or customers hold me up beyond reason, then detention time becomes a factor.

I've been in a much better mood the last couple of weeks. Plastics shorted me nearly $300 on a paycheck and honestly, I'm probably not gonna do anything about it. I consider it a small price to pay to be out of that shitpot cesspool of backstabbing brownnosing asskissing assholes and into a smooth running operation. And I didn't even have to change companies to do it. So, no loss of seniority or vacation time.

Carol commented that I got home and actually smiled.

Now, i just need a decent seat in my truck and life will be severely okay.

What a difference. And within the same company too. The Rickshaw and Robin team (monthly from DC) sounds like a winner. Looking forward to hearing those stress levels as a thing of the past.

wowza, what a huge change in your quality of life. that's awesome, Rick!

Glad to hear that, Rick!

Thank you, guys. And here's an update I just posted at the Crow! thread.


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bit of story here.

For the last two years work has been hell. Between having to fight for runs, taking absolute shit just to try to make a paycheck, and dealing with a narcissistic dispatch that likes to micro manage without giving the needed info, having to fight for correct pay, working 70 hrs a week every week and getting home only to have a glass of whiskey to give me a few hours of respite from the beating and pain of running those hours on terrible road conditions, it's just been...mean. I would get home, have my glass, and lay on the bed trying to physically recover over the weekend just to be able to go the next week. I've dealt with constant, never ending pain for nearly 35 years now with my leg, but it was wearing on me. I wasn't mean to Carol and Sam, but I wasn't the man I wanted to be around them, either. Cranky Mcbasstard was becoming a reality instead of just a joke.

Well, a few weeks ago I switched out of the plastics division. I went to cement. Again, long hours, a little less pay, but the new dispatch, Robin, is a joy to work for. Then a dedicated calcium run came up. I grabbed it. Monday, tuesday and wednesday, and the pay was better than cement but less than plastic when it actually ran, and actually paid correctly. There are two dedicated calcium runs. I, being the low man once again, had the rougher run. The better run is Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. The run is a long full run over I26 and I85. Problem is, they are currently under construction. This causes delays, and even the slightest delay throws you off schedule. It was literally the only stressful part of the new run. Still, I had shed so much stress, it was literally a breath of fresh air.

Yesterday Robin told me that the other driver wanted to switch to the MTW run and give me the MTT run. I said yes. The other driver thinks this will give him thursday and friday off. Problem is, it really won't. He'll spend most of thursday trying to catch up, and likely be late on his deliveries those three days. But, to do this, he tried an end run around Robin, tried to go over her head and have the terminal manager make the switch without asking me. This pissed Robin off, rightly so. But, he's never done the MTW run, and doesn't know just how rough it is.

I was prepared to run it without saying anything and hoping to get it months or a year or two down the line if he left and I became senior on it.

I said Yes to Robin, and then we really talked. He's been a problem for her, going behind her back, cutting her out of decisions that he should not have, and other things. We quitely laughed because i told her "there's an old saying that covers this..."Fuck around and find out". And then we both started really laughing.

So, instead of the constant, nervous, hard push to make times and make correct decisions with half or less the needed knowledge, I now get a run that basically gives me Wednesday and Friday off, pays very well, and is 90% stress free.

After years of hell, something finally broke my way. And for once, with good news there isn't the following impending sense of "Oh hell, what's the catch/next shoe to drop/impending sense of doom.

I dont' know whether to shit or go blind.

I'm home, not hurting all that bad, and have a smile for my family.

I must confess: I can't watch movies all the way through anymore, even older ones that I like. The ol' attention span ain't what it used to be.