BigRed32771
Expert Expediter
There's more than one way to make yourself feel dumb in this business. In addition to going the wrong way or to the wrong city (as a recent thread disclosed) how about accidentally accepting a load you didn't want, for example.
We're at home, but as of noon 10/1 back in service available. I turned down one opportunity that didn't make sense, and was still waiting. Mid-afternoon I decided to take a little nap in case I got something going out this evening. Of course, going to sleep is one way to insure a call from dispatch...or in this case, the "machine" with an "opportunity" (Ha!)
I listened to the info while I was shaking the fog from my head, and my wife did a quick calculation. No brainer...low pay all miles. The machine is still rattling off info as I make it repeat endlessly until I'm ready to respond, but I'm still not quite out of the fog when it reaches the decision point again. "No way," I say as I jam key number 3.
The machine politely informs me that I will be notified if I received the load and hangs up as the remaining head fog disappears in a major eye-opening moment. 3 accepts, 4 declines.
Oh, no!
Okay. Maybe I won't get the load. After all, it was over 300 miles DH for a 400-some odd mile run. Surely there was another truck closer that accepted. Please let there be another truck closer...
Maybe I should call in and try to explain about the head fog. Dispatchers are understanding about such things, right? What's the speed dial for dispatch? It's not ringing! Why isn't it ringing? Try again! Find the speed dial listing again...
The wife intervenes. Let it go, she says. If we got it, we'll take it. It's not the end of the world...
But...but...OK.
I wait for the phone to ring with the news. Nothing.
I wait. Still nothing.
Why isn't the phone ringing? Oh, no...maybe it called in just as I was calling out! The call with no ringing on the other end! It can't be! What can I do? Call in and ask? Ah...the Qualcomm! If we got the load it would have downloaded the run info by now. I'll go check.
I stumble in a panic toward the truck, pull the door open and peer in, dreading what message may be waiting there for me, all the while hoping against hope that there will be none.
The baleful red gleam of the "Message Waiting" light stabs that hope, and my heart falls as I climb up to read, "11 Messages."
I've been dispatched.
We're at home, but as of noon 10/1 back in service available. I turned down one opportunity that didn't make sense, and was still waiting. Mid-afternoon I decided to take a little nap in case I got something going out this evening. Of course, going to sleep is one way to insure a call from dispatch...or in this case, the "machine" with an "opportunity" (Ha!)
I listened to the info while I was shaking the fog from my head, and my wife did a quick calculation. No brainer...low pay all miles. The machine is still rattling off info as I make it repeat endlessly until I'm ready to respond, but I'm still not quite out of the fog when it reaches the decision point again. "No way," I say as I jam key number 3.
The machine politely informs me that I will be notified if I received the load and hangs up as the remaining head fog disappears in a major eye-opening moment. 3 accepts, 4 declines.
Oh, no!
Okay. Maybe I won't get the load. After all, it was over 300 miles DH for a 400-some odd mile run. Surely there was another truck closer that accepted. Please let there be another truck closer...
Maybe I should call in and try to explain about the head fog. Dispatchers are understanding about such things, right? What's the speed dial for dispatch? It's not ringing! Why isn't it ringing? Try again! Find the speed dial listing again...
The wife intervenes. Let it go, she says. If we got it, we'll take it. It's not the end of the world...
But...but...OK.
I wait for the phone to ring with the news. Nothing.
I wait. Still nothing.
Why isn't the phone ringing? Oh, no...maybe it called in just as I was calling out! The call with no ringing on the other end! It can't be! What can I do? Call in and ask? Ah...the Qualcomm! If we got the load it would have downloaded the run info by now. I'll go check.
I stumble in a panic toward the truck, pull the door open and peer in, dreading what message may be waiting there for me, all the while hoping against hope that there will be none.
The baleful red gleam of the "Message Waiting" light stabs that hope, and my heart falls as I climb up to read, "11 Messages."
I've been dispatched.