A little more than a week ago, mid-afternoon on September 20th, Dudley dropped me off at the TA on I-20 in Dallas / Fort Worth. The five week ride with a trainer experience ended with a whimper, just like it started. I did no driving. I seemed to be in the way. And I was wrong about everything, even though I was right. But it was done.
Dudley was in one of his down moods and spent most of our waiting time sleeping.
Packing wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be and I was fairly confident I had remembered everything. Wrong again. Dudlley assured me that I would forget something. This time he was right. I ended up forgetting my sunglasses and umbrellas.
I called my counselor, left a voicemail (as per usual), didn’t hear back (as per usual) and called again. I was given a number to call to arrange for a pickup by the company’s people transport contractor. I spoke to a woman who was not happy. (I’m pretty sure she’s never happy). She was coming from the airport and it was rush hour (insert unspoken “dammit” here). She instructed me to meet her at the Burger King in front of the facility and she’d pick me up (insert heavy sigh here). I told her since I had a hundred pounds of stuff I had already spoken to the lot guard (it was a pay lot), who said that she could drive in to the truck . The bitchy lady said that she had never been able to drive in before. I said fine, when she gets close to call me and I’d meet her just outside the gate.
Not long after she called to say she was close. I walked back to the gate and confirmed with the new gate chick that she would let the driver in. I met her and as we drove through the gate BL noted that the gate chick was the same one who had denied entry before. I said something about charm which went right over her head. As I loaded my stuff, BL humorlessly asked if I was moving households. Chortle.
I had heard that this little shuttle company was started by a couple of ex-company employees. They were lesbians. This one was obviously “the man.” I didn’t want to piss her off cause I’m pretty sure she’d be able to take me. Not because she was big but because she was wiry skinny and strong-looking.
The driver she picked up from the airport exhibited no personality and didn’t say a word on the way to the hotel. I didn’t either. I really felt okay until we got to America’s Worst where all the negative memories of that pathetic establishment came flooding back and I got a bit depressed. I met up with Kraut and Bubba who were sitting on the curb in the parking lot. Kraut had all sorts of war stories about his three trainers. Bubba was on medical hold for an ear / hearing issue and had only completed two of the five weeks required to move on.
He looked down and it turned out that he was going to have to start the whole five weeks over again. He decided he was not interested in starting over and found a way back home to Houston. Word is he’s been picked up by another major trucking company, Swift, I think, and will be starting there in the next week or so. Good for him. I was somewhat envious.
After comparing notes, they walked me to a barbecue joint nearby where I got a chopped sandwich and a side which I took back to the room and ate. I didn’t have to report in the next morning until 8:30, but I was tired. Relieved but tired. So I set the alarm for 7:00 and packed it in for the night.