I had a moderately good attitude – at least for me – working for this POS company – and then I went into the shipping office here in Salinas, California, to check in for my 2 p.m. appointment to get my load of produce. I had tried to check in at 1 p.m. but they wouldn’t allow it. “Come back at two,” the clerk said in his accented English.
So at 2 o’clock (and I was the fifth guy in line), after significant discussion behind the bulletproof glass, I was told that my appointment was, in fact, at noon. I was late. But we can work you in at 3:30. Now I acknowledge that I have a moderate tremor (I shake for no apparent reason), but at this point I was trembling with rage.
My initial thought was the home office sent me the appointment time for Central Daylight Time. I was in the Pacific Time Zone, which would be two hours earlier. Appointment times, it had been drilled into me, was always LOCAL time. So I had a direct conversation with our produce department. I had tried to reach my Driver Manager but once again got his VM and am fully aware that he does not return phone calls. The produce dude was apologetic and made a call which resulted in a 3:00 checkin so I will save 30 minutes. Big Whoop.
How is it possible that one company can screw up almost everything that touches me? I have the answer. Since I have been the squeaky wheel, they have elected that rather than grease, they should provide large quantities of SAND! And the rub it in.
And I had such a nice ride up here from LA. Will cover the trip in my next post.