*rant of the day*
Everything i want to do right now is kick some one's behind's.
Seriously today has just gone from bad to i want to drive of a bridge.
Im usually a very calm person and i like to respect people so other people respect me. When some one brakes that its one of the few things that can get me heat up.
Well just right now as i was going to load i asked the guy for 24.25 tons, he said ok.
And started taking his time, i dont mind that.
Now if you ever worked on a end dump or a belly dump and carrying superflex/crush rocks, asphalt and that sort of stuff you would know 24.25 is average load size, that most i seen a truck carry is 26 tons.
So after 15 mins of standing there i see the loader drop a bucket and i was like thats got to be the second one. I said "thank you" and drove off.
Well i was wrong it was the first one. While two trucks got loaded in front of me, i had to back up. This time he loaded the last bucket, and started talking **** of how much in a rush i was. When i get to the scale i was over weight by 4.50 tons.
Now i know he did this on purpose because no truck carries 29 tons.
He knew i had to go back down to the pit dump and reload.
I wanted to go down and dump it right in the middle of the way, hell i wanted to dump on top of the scale and leave.
But i didnt i jist camed myself down, dumped were ever i felr like and left. Im done for today, before i do something stupid.
Peace out.
When I was dump trucking around Orlando I was on a site cleanup job once. My Dad's truck was originally a coal truck from PA. Coal in a dump is very light so they have bigger boxes. So they don't "look" as full as say, a lower sided 16 foot box.
Well, I was constantly getting overloaded as a result. I'd explain this to loader operators (a notorious rivalry most times) and some would listen, some wouldn't.
So one day I was loading this rip rap (busted up concrete, dirt, glass bottles, bodies and other demo trash) and the guy is FILLING the box. Asked him twice to lighten up by one bucket. Nope.
Okay bitch.
I filled out an extra ticket that day, and turned it in, and the company we were leased to billed for an extra load that never existed.
Three months later I'm on a similar job with the same contractor. At the end of the job the boss and the loader operator are talking and joking and talking smack about the last job they'd seen that truck on (it stood out a bit...wow that's a theme with me, ain't it....) and the loader operator poofed out his chest and said "Yup, ahh's loading the shit outta 'em."
I stared directly at him and smiled until he fell silent. Eventually he looked at me and said, "What?"
I looked at his boss and said, "I asked him twice to lighten up by one bucket." Then I explained about the coal box. Then I asked him if he really knew how many loads he'd been billed for on that job, because there MAY have been one extra. Maybe.
Then I walked to the truck and left.
A THIRD time I worked with this contractor, he had a different loader operator, and he and I had a nice talk about DOT and how they liked to yank beat up old Mack dump trucks and such.