dhalltoyo
Veteran Expediter
I made my first mistake! Yeah right.
The week looked like it was going to start out OK.
Dispatch gives me a 300+ mile run. Cool.
The QC and the phone call both say it is going to Lincoln, IL.
I get to the shipper, load and punch in Lincoln, IL into the GPS. The street address comes up and the mileage matches the load offer.
6 hours later I am on the street in Lincoln, IL talking to the dispatcher at the Police Dept.
He informs me that they do not have a company by that name in Lincoln. He asked me for a zip code. I dig out the BOL and read it to him. He says, "I hate to give you the bad news, but that is Lacon, IL." Now I look at the BOL...duh, it says Lacon, IL. I guess it might sound like Lincoln over the phone. Hmmmm.
I thanked him for his assistance and then punched myself in the head for not looking at the BOL before leaving the shipper.
Really wierd, because both towns were the same distance from the shipper and both have a street by that name.
Now I eat 90 miles to get to the consignee.
I terminate on a so-so board, but I am close to a Flying J and a show sounds real good. I ask to moved to the Chicago board.
I sleep for 8 hours at the "J", shower, shave and then move toward Chicago. I try to maximize my idle time by...well. I won't get into that, but I blew it and ended up number 7 when i could have been number 3. Grrrrr.
Now I am number 4 and I wasted a whole day.
Man, am I dumb!
I should have stayed put when I dropped off last night.
I finally end up at a Pilot that has very limited parking. There is one row of about 8 spaces that a;; have BoB Tails in them. I back into one of those places, but i stay in the truck. Now I watch as TT try to back into adjacent spots that actually block the Bob Tails. Illinois drivers seem sooooo bold.
I move the Aerocell to the opposite end of the row so I have a fence on one side to protect me from those who are trying to put 53' of trailer where it really doesn't fit. Now I am parked next to a Bob Tail that is idling and it has the fan that roars like a jet engine. It is so loud I couldn't even talk on my cell phone.
Enough! I drive six miles down the road to a Jewel Osco parking lot. Finally! A little peace...a little quiet.
I hope it gets better tomorrow. A 700 mile run east would sure make me feel less dumb. LOL.
The week looked like it was going to start out OK.
Dispatch gives me a 300+ mile run. Cool.
The QC and the phone call both say it is going to Lincoln, IL.
I get to the shipper, load and punch in Lincoln, IL into the GPS. The street address comes up and the mileage matches the load offer.
6 hours later I am on the street in Lincoln, IL talking to the dispatcher at the Police Dept.
He informs me that they do not have a company by that name in Lincoln. He asked me for a zip code. I dig out the BOL and read it to him. He says, "I hate to give you the bad news, but that is Lacon, IL." Now I look at the BOL...duh, it says Lacon, IL. I guess it might sound like Lincoln over the phone. Hmmmm.
I thanked him for his assistance and then punched myself in the head for not looking at the BOL before leaving the shipper.
Really wierd, because both towns were the same distance from the shipper and both have a street by that name.
Now I eat 90 miles to get to the consignee.
I terminate on a so-so board, but I am close to a Flying J and a show sounds real good. I ask to moved to the Chicago board.
I sleep for 8 hours at the "J", shower, shave and then move toward Chicago. I try to maximize my idle time by...well. I won't get into that, but I blew it and ended up number 7 when i could have been number 3. Grrrrr.
Now I am number 4 and I wasted a whole day.
Man, am I dumb!
I should have stayed put when I dropped off last night.
I finally end up at a Pilot that has very limited parking. There is one row of about 8 spaces that a;; have BoB Tails in them. I back into one of those places, but i stay in the truck. Now I watch as TT try to back into adjacent spots that actually block the Bob Tails. Illinois drivers seem sooooo bold.
I move the Aerocell to the opposite end of the row so I have a fence on one side to protect me from those who are trying to put 53' of trailer where it really doesn't fit. Now I am parked next to a Bob Tail that is idling and it has the fan that roars like a jet engine. It is so loud I couldn't even talk on my cell phone.
Enough! I drive six miles down the road to a Jewel Osco parking lot. Finally! A little peace...a little quiet.
I hope it gets better tomorrow. A 700 mile run east would sure make me feel less dumb. LOL.
