The sun is a welcome sight this morning looking out the window of my cubby in the top berth of Mike’s truck cab. The weather app on my phone tells me that the temperature outside is -6 degrees (that is a NEGATIVE 6). I’m not anxious to venture out any time soon.
Last night we parked the truck in the Celadon terminal in Indianapolis after a 24 hour layover at the Flying J truck stop in Lebanon, IN. That’s about 30 miles total of driving in the past 36 hours. No way to make a living when you get paid by the number of miles driven to complete a delivery.
We still don’t have an estimated departure time for today. The next delivery is a relay, meaning another Celadon driver is bringing the load here to the Celadon terminal where Mike will then hook up to it and deliver it to the customer in Atlanta. The last word this morning was that the other driver still hadn’t picked it up on his end, which is a 5-hour drive from here.
Because it’s now the weekend it’s difficult for Mike to get any information or assistance from the M-F, 9-5, Celadon administrative personnel. Drivers are expected to be on the job 24-7, but what a frustration when they can’t get the support that they need.
I’m a big believer in looking on the bright side. Things don’t seem quite so bad in the bright morning sun. I give Mike a lot of credit for hanging in there because I know it’s much more frustrating for him.