Marge Got a Boo-Boo
After thoroughly enjoying my time off this past weekend I arrived at my truck Tuesday morning to find that someone had knocked Marge around a little, Ike Turner style.
Kinda sucked to roll up in the parking lot and find the drivers' side headlight housing had been viciously ripped off and lying on the ground. I was all kinds of ready for my first day back to work, but instead I had to make a bunch of phone calls, drive to boonie-ville hick town to get fixed up to be legal, then finally was able to get moving. From arrival to the truck stop to departure for official business was around 4 hours. UGH!
But that's life I suppose.
Of course once I was finally free to do what I get paid to do, things went swell. I picked up a load down the road from home and then headed north to PA. Stopping for the night at our terminal in Carlisle. I shut down and fell face first into bed, then got up this morning and headed over to the shop to see about getting a PM and some other maintenance done. And of course here I am in a hotel, blogging, watching the boob tube until sometime tomorrow morning. Yay... or something.
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