After a week of snow and ice, the boxes I ordered to pack up out stuff showed up on Sunday. I packed away our china cabinet, video games and DVDs. The kids helped getting the photo albums, I know moving from their home is not easy. They have friends in the neighborhood and have their favorite spots to ride their bikes and scooter. All involving steep hills, mind you. But at the same time it feels like we’ve ripped the band aid off. It’s over the fight to keep a house that won’t regain its value for the next 15 years or so. The blues that come with owning a house that’s over thirty years old and the repairs it involves. After our experience living in two new houses, I’m happy to say good riddance to this one.
To change subjects this one is to garner some sympathy for Andy. He has been gone all month driving an 18 wheeler for US Xpress with his team driver Terry. They have spent the last few weeks crisscrossing the mid west and south east. And now are headed to Los Angeles through the Mojave Desert, and the air conditioning in the truck has stopped working. The truck has had six separate repairs all involving major and serious failures in the electrical and motor. I’m guessing in all of the repairs no one decided to go beyond the call of duty and check the a/c.
Andy is suppose to come back to Atlanta by January 24th, but his team mate has a family issue in Miami so he has to get back to Florida three days earlier. They have made this patently clear to the dispatcher that the next loads have to be headed east in order to get back on time. But no one appears to be listening. Just like the dispatcher didn’t listen when they (Andy and Terry) ask for a load before signing off for the night and then called back 20 minutes later “oh look I found one.” Or when the dispatcher assigns a load that would be impossible to deliver on time, unless Andy has invented warp speed in his spare time. The other part of this job that Andy loves to hate is when the shipper takes his or her time loading the trailer. And the dispatcher calls and asks “Where the hell are you?” Andy explains the situation, but the person at the other end of the phone doesn’t or won’t understand.
I have to say, my appreciation for the men and women who deliver the food, toys, cars and that Rubber Maid thing you thought you needed to my local store, has risen. People who are willing to put up with the crap from the shipper, their dispatcher and the mechanic who can’t seem to do the right thing, in order to keep stores in stock no matter what, deserve our respect.
And frickin A/C that works.