Murphy week? Try mine...
Got a three-stop dry-van load on Monday with no directions, then had to take a load to Wilmington DE for Wednesday. Directions brought me up from the south, I came in from the north. Turns out exit 4B on I95 goes to completely different places depending on which way you're going on the highway. Also, no street signs in that area of town because of construction. Took half an hour just to get turned around. Found the place, parked for the night, started untarping, bungee cord snapped, hit me right on the nipple.
I've got a f*cking bruise on my nipple!
Now, when you sleep on the customer'* lot, you set your clock early, so you can be up when they open the yard. I had my alarm set for 7:00 for a 7:30 opening time.
Come 6:30 the moron forklift driver comes out and f*cking hammers on the side of my truck as hard as he can, then gets snotty when I tell him not to be bangin' on the truck so hard.
After unloading, I head to Baltimore MD for my backhaul. Take the wrong turn off the exit. Even so, I come to the street I'm supposed to turn on, one block from where I usually turn on to it. Turns out, that one block is a no trucks zone, and there'* a damn cop sitting in an alley. He lets me go without a ticket and I proceed to the pick-up, where my dispatcher hasn't called them for an appointment!
So I wait two hours, then get told I need 8 pieces of dunnage and there'* none on the trailer, so I have to pay $20 for some crap 4x4s.
Fortunately, I don't have to tarp that load, so I get out of there in a reasonable amount of time. As I'm making the turn out on to the road, I realize my dump valve isn't working. (The dump valve releases all the air from the bags on the back trailer axle, so that the back tires won't grip, and the trailer will pivot around the front trailer axle. this make it easier to turn and keep the tires from being damaged by being scrubbed sideways.)
So I check the cord, it'* plugged in, check the fuse, sure enough, burned out. Replace the fuse, dump valve works, get back on the road. Get off at a rest area to ****, dump valve doesn't work, and I have a bitch of a time getting the truck into the spot. Anyway, several fuses later, it turns out the dumpvalve cord is bad and is shorting and popping the fuses. And none of the truckstops carry that piece, so I'm stuck with it until I get home.
Get back to Columbus OH(my hometown, but not going home yet...) to where I'm droping the load. pull in, park for the night. Figuring on unloading in the morning, going to Wilmington OH and picking up my next out-bound load, and getting home aroung 1:00pm Thursday. Instead, I get a call in the morning. Turns out I'm picking up a load from somewhere else in Columbus to take down to Wilmington with me, and it has to be tarped. It'* a defect return load, it'* only going fifty miles, and it has to be tarped
So I tarp it, which takes til noon.
Oh, yeah, it'* also one of our monstrously old all steel tandem trailers, so the winch set-up is screwy, so I have to use ratchet-straps all over.
Now I finally head for Wilmington, where I will drop the trailer, and transfer my straps and tarps to a pre-loaded trailer.
First, while I'm untarping the load, I put my foot on the ladder rung on the front of the header board on the trailer. It snaps right off(the rung not the foot), and because I'm holding on to the side of the header board, I do a graceless sideways flop off the catwalk and slam into the side of the trailer, before losing my grip and landing on my back from about three feet up. This pretty much wrenches every muscle in my body, but does no real harm, other than being sore for the weekend.
Then it turns out that they haven't even started loading yet, so I have to wait two hours while these idiots f*ck around before I can start strapping it down. Then I scale out and move to a different area to tarp it. As I'm spreading the tarps over the load, there is a storm moving in, and no sooner do I get off the truck and start bungee-cording the tarps down but the storm hits and the wind rips the front tarp off. Not only that, but there is stinging sleet coming down, and I'm still in shorts. So I jump in the cab and watch the tarp gets blown completely off the load, and then fillied with water because it lands in a low spot. When the storm dies down a few minutes later, the tarp has about about a three inch deep puddle about ten feets across in the middle, and I have to refold it so the forklifter can put it back on top of the load and I can spread it yet again.
Finally, I get it tarped and head back to my home terminal in London OH, about fifteen miles from my place.
I'm two miles from the terminal when some dumba$$ decides that even though the KFC lot is full, he'* still going to turn. So he turns and stops right in front of a semi that is going 35MPH. Does anyone know what it takes to make a 78,000 pound semi-truck smoke it'* tires? And then he flips me off for blowing the horn!!!
Finally, I get in to the terminal, where my Brother is waiting with my car to take me home(his windshield still isn't fixed), and there are NO OPEN SPOTS, because my boss has his GODDAMN OSU PARTY BUSES PARKED IN THE F*CKING BOBTAIL SPOTS!!!
Add to all this the fact that for whatever reason, there were three times the usual number of suicidal morons on the road last week.
Yeah, it was a Murphy week.