Yep sounds like some of the ones I started with. Mean mofo, and most of them drove long enough to know if you were yanking their chain. and they made you pay for it.
After a few days of training with him, I finally got up the nerve to ask him if thought I was going to make it, he said I was. One reason he gave me was that I had never asked what time was lunch. Hardcore back then, and I needed the job.
@thebrownblob, that fucker ran me ragged for a week, in August. But they had to see what you were made of. Even when I finally got behind the wheel, I knew i would eventually have to measure up to the other drivers in that center. Different world, private company, the job had prestige. No more, Butchy, no more.
@thebrownblob, that fucker ran me ragged for a week, in August. But they had to see what you were made of. Even when I finally got behind the wheel, I knew i would eventually have to measure up to the other drivers in that center. Different world, private company, the job had prestige. No more, Butchy, no more.
The guy that trained me used to be a stickler for the damn keys if they weren’t on my pinky and I couldn’t get out of my seat and put it in the keyhole without looking He threatened to disqualify me lol.
Crusty old bastard smelled like brile cream, and English leather. It still gives me chills when I get a whiff of either of those lol
The guy that trained me used to be a stickler for the damn keys if they weren’t on my pinky and I couldn’t get out of my seat and put it in the keyhole without looking and threatened to disqualify me lol.
Crusty old bastard smelled like brittle cream, and English leather. It still gives me chills when I get a whiff of either of those lol
Yes! The fuckin keys and knowing the 6 digit shippers number at a glance as you walked to the residence door. I just got goosebumps. Lol
The guy that trained me used to be a stickler for the damn keys if they weren’t on my pinky and I couldn’t get out of my seat and put it in the keyhole without looking He threatened to disqualify me lol.
Crusty old bastard smelled like brile cream, and English leather. It still gives me chills when I get a whiff of either of those lol
He would ask me about spacing, mirrors and shit while I drove. I never really knew where I stood. It was constant correction and belittling. All I knew was the job seemed way more difficult than I thought. 😂
He would ask me about spacing, mirrors and shit while I drove. I never really knew where I stood. It was constant correction and belittling. All I knew was the job seemed way more difficult than I thought. 😂
That’s why we used to have UPS nightmares they gave us PTSD lol