After leaving the underground warehouse, my laptop took a header off the passenger seat and broke the plug on the power adapter. So now it won’t charge. Lovely.
Still have the phone for FB and such, but no GPS mapping, and no games for a while. At least till I can track down a cheap power adapter (or two) from ebay. And this right after my phone fiasco.
I need… something.
and giving me trouble for the past few days now. I’m back on the road, doing my business, but having to stop so many times is running me late. I’ve just woke up to discover a beer load that I should have been up for a couple of hours ago.
Shit. I hate running nights.
I’ve successfully resisted the siren call of the Hipster Empire and have continued my thralldom to Google by the acquisition of a new Android phone, a Galaxy S3. I also got a pretty solid case for it that should survive Armageddon, or at least being dropped from my pocket. We’ll see… Turned out my other phone was still under warranty and I’ve been paying for insurance, I’ll get that one back to use as a spare or to give out to one of the others whose cell bill I pay.
Running done for the night and finally putting away the InterWebToobs. Now, lets catch up on some sleep!
and continuing my habit lately of being late, I arrive at the receiver 28 hour late because of the breakdown I had a couple days ago with the air system on my truck. The load was never rescheduled and no one else was available to pick it up, so I still had to do it. Joy… At least I’m currently in the dock, getting unloaded.
Then it’s home time, but probably not tonight. In the morning, for sure.
in Oak Creek, WI tonight, waiting for the Pilot WiFi folks to fix their connection so I might fly some Internet spaceships tonight. Seems the local connection is fucked. The support drone tells me he’ll set me up to bypass the login but it’s taking a while. Heh, they just got back to me and I have free access for today. Gotta like good customer service.
I might have loaded up on the Net from my cell phone but I dropped the sucker while I was getting back into my truck after time-at-home. The "rugged" phone bounced off the fuel tank and impacted the asphalt with enough force to pop the waterproof cover off the back. No damage to the screen and the thing worked for 2 days after that. Then it would not charge anymore, making it totally fucking unusable. Thanks Samsung.
Don’t have the money to get a new one yet so I’ll see if I can get one of the old android phones to work after I get home. iPhone 4Ss are $29 at Wallyworld but I’ve not decided to get one yet. I’m still hemming and hawing, I most likely won’t get one. The grandkids are slavering over the latest and greatest products from the Hipster Empire and are planning on getting the new one the instant it comes out. The thing must shit gold, and therefore be so necessary to their existence. I guess I’m just too old to see the attraction.
I miss my phone, I use the apps on there a lot more than I thought I did. The truckstop app is very handy. And being to log onto Eve Online whenever and wherever I got a cell connection. I miss that. And stupid Facebook.
Got to get back onto my Electronic Leash before our Robotic Overlords discover I’m missing. I’ve not see a decent LOLcat in days…
On Eve. The Corporation is still at war, and now one of the corps of the alliance that wardecced us has declared war on us as well. Fine, whatever. I’ll just logon the alt and work missions. He’s in need of an upgrade in his standings while he learns to fly the Retriever.
Don’t mind me, I’m just testing out some simple word processors. I’d like to find something that works easy and just generally stays out of my way. A full screen interface would be nice too. But so far I’m digging Jarte, a free program that uses WordPad as the engine. Simple and easy.
Another fun day fixing up the car, yesterday. This time it was relatively cheap but it could have been worse. The month before last it was engine sensors, last month it was the starter and the battery. When I was heading home from the truckstop, the car was wobbling severely. Oh great, the car hates me.
One rear tire was coming apart, the other was cupped badly. But, the were still all under warranty, so $70 for 4 new tires. Not bad, considering.
We kinda need this old beast to keep running for a while and so far, repairs have cost less than new car payments. Let’s keep that up shall we?
“Better yet! Build a 10 foot high tank trap monstrosity in the shape of your corporate logo! Pay some starving bearded hipster artist to make it from barbed wire and pointed re-bar! And then let it rust! Give them the idea that they might contract aerosolized tetanus just by cutting too close! That will surely keep them surly drivers from cutting unsightly ruts in the corner of your property! Except for those Swift drivers, but you shouldn’t allow them in here anyways. People store food here, for criminy’s sake!”
– Unsolicited advice given to the gate guard at a cold storage warehouse I frequent a lot. Seems that tired and stupid truck drivers are always tearing up the corner as they leave their lot. I saw a poor sod trying to scrape the dirt from the road and reposition the granite boulder that some moron had run over with their trailer tires. Unfortunately, my advice will probably not be heeded.
Too bad. It’s so rarely that I have a really good idea.
A few days ago I had my fiftieth birthday, a half century down, another half to go. Had a great time celebrating with Terry and as many of our family and friends as we could get with. Had chow at The Lob, cake and margaritas at Mom’s. Drank enough to be pleasantly buzzed but not enough to drunk. I haves drank that much in years. Shame that, it feels good!
The cancer is still there and still quiescent, in a couple of weeks I get another CT scan and see the doc. But so far everything is cool on that front and will be, I guess, as long as I can get those expensive shots. I worry about that sometimes…
Still driving a truck, still being aggravated by shippers, receivers and dispatchers but that is SOP for a trucker. At this moment, I’m waiting for a unloading dock three hours past my appointment time and the rest of my weekend work schedule is totally fucked. The dispatch dudes are scrambling for ways to make it all work out, but I expect little result. “Hours Of Service” is a bitch.
Yes, this is the warehouse in Madison, WI where it harder to get into the docks because of the Charlie Foxtrot way the curbs and the employee parking is setup… This will suck large.
Back on the road after a nice 4 days home. Slow right now but work will pickup quickly. Anyone want to switch over to driving reefers? It ain’t that hard and you’ll get all the loads you can handle.
Another slow weekend out on the road enjoying the fine hometown ambiance of Rochelle, IL . My truck was “bleeding” coolant, a very apt metaphor because the coolant is red and gets all crusty when it dries. Because the need to head immediately to the shop, and not knowing the seriousness of the repair, the loads stacked on me were given to others and I had to settle for what’s left. But the previous week was a busy one, so it’s no great loss and the repair turned out to be minor. Not that you would have known it from the “carnage” under the hood.
So, now I’m sitting, waiting to pickup a load that doesn’t deliver till Monday morning. I got the IntarWebToobs to keep me occupied, and I could always nap. Unless you folks want to keep me busy by pestering me with phone calls and Facebook updates (hint, hint), I would stay awake for that.