By them I had most of the toys assembled and batteries installed so I was free to lay on the bathroom floor doubled up in pain and puking my smithfield ham up over and over again.
In fact I puked straight bile after a while.
Tell me, if the human body is such a perfect creation, why doesn't it know to stop puking when there's nothing left, hmm??
Then George Micheal died on Facebook (my phone my only company on the bathroom floor) and it would seem...in real life.
Called in sick on Monday morning. Brand new ****ing job and have to call in sick. Lame. Slept most of the day.
So, I came in early Tuesday morning (today) and talked the Ops Manager into letting me extend this week, and giving me a truck for the duration instead of just tonight when the one I got last Saturday had to be back. The Dakotas got destroyed with snow again this weekend so there's probably going to be some work overflow anyway...so extending wasn't even questioned.
So I left 6025 for 5976, with an extreme risk of misdelivery because of its proximity to 3498 which is in the same city, and picked up claims on 117396, and headed back to 6025.
Then I grabbed 135525 and headed to 60606600 (no really...that's the vendor number!! I know...crazy right?! I'm all like LOLOL and stuff...) and live loaded for 7100.
So I'm taking a 10 at 7100, with no move out of here...because I looked at the load info (finally) and realized they didn't even expect it until about 0700, but I'm early and didn't put in an ETD until I got here.
I'll probably get a message on the OBC in the middle of the night like usual.
True to my predictions I got a load at about midnight last night.
Grabbed an empty and went out to Spring Valley, IL, then took a GM load to Bridgeview, IL, for there went to Melrose Park juse off 290 and loaded Morton Salt going back to Menomonie. All that in about 7 hrs, 40 minutes, made it out to the state line, hit the CAT scale...
Currently on the last few minutes of a 30 break...