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You have to wonder what you have done to your dispatcher when you get a load like the one I got around the middle of February.  You just do not get a load like this unless you have done something really bad.  My dispatcher was almost apologetic when he gave this one to me, but I still suspect that I unknowingly ticked him off but good.

 

I took an empty trailer out of Council Bluffs, IA to York, NE, where I dropped & hooked and headed to Salt Lake City, UT for delivery on Monday, February 18, 19 and 20.  It was a seven drop load of eggs.  Five drops came off in Salt Lake City, one dropped in Clearfield, UT and the final was in Boise, ID.  The significance of this is that it just so happened that February 18th was the start of the Olympics in Salt Lake City, UT.

 

Drops #1, 2, 3 & 4 were scheduled to come off on Monday the 18th.  Drop #5 would deliver in Salt Lake on Tuesday the 19th.   Drop #6 would deliver in Clearfield, UT on the 20th, as would the final in Boise, ID.  At least that's how it was supposed to work.  It did not, however, require a rocket scientist to tell that this delivery schedule was nearly impossible.  The drops were scheduled within 1-2 hours of each other and this was all going to happen in the Olympic City, with all the traffic and madness.  I decided I would give it my best shot and when it did not work in the order it was supposed to, we would go to Plan B.  There is always a Plan B.  There is always a Plan C and quite often a Plan D.  One thing about trucking:  you learn to be flexible because nothing is ever set in stone.

 

My Qualcomm was able to spit out directions to some of the stops for me, but unfortunately not to the first one.  With a multi drop load, if you can get directions to the first drop, you are in decent shape.  I like to have all of my directions to every stop from the start, but that doesn't always work.  You usually can get directions to the next stop from the stop you are at, or can at least call the next place from where you are.  You can tell them exactly where you are in the city and they can often give you better directions and maybe even an easier, shorter route through the city.  When I have a multi drop load in one city I usually always get a city map and look the addresses up.

 

The first drop could not be found in the city map, though.  Either the computer and bills had misspelled the street name or it was a very new street.  As it turned out, it was a misspelling that prevented me from finding it myself.  In the end I called the South Salt Lake Cab Co. and asked them if they could please be so kind as to tell me where in the world the street was.  They were very nice and told me exactly how to get to the address I was looking for. 

 

 

Got some extra time on your hands, driver?  Sysco is just the place to be!

 

 

 

 

Trucks waiting to get in to unload at Sysco, West Jordan, UT.  Sysco insists upon drivers being on time for appointments, but they have no interest in honoring them.

 

 

 

 

In the far background there are two military guys and a dog.  I don't know what they were doing or what the dog was sniffing or if they were just there for the fun of it, but since Sysco probably supplies a lot of food for various Olympic vendors, I wasn't surprised to see them there.

 

 

 

"Doin' Life Without Parole"

 

Not hard to figure out how this fella feels about truckin'!

 

 

 

 

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