So the other day I said we were at the half-way point in the crop. To me it feels like we've ground to a halt for some reason.
For the past month or so we've been running our collective asses off, leaving the yard as soon as we punch in and never getting back to the depot until it's time to punch out...
But the last two nights we've been dead. One run, that's all. Around 1:30 this morning Jack and I finally leave the yard with 33 empties to take to one elevator and pick up 28 loads.
Total elapsed time: One hour, thirty seven minutes.
I spent the last three hours of my shift sleeping in a lounge chair in the crew room. I used to think the army was the only place in the world I could do absolutely nothing and still get paid. And the most ironic thing is I've been on overtime since Friday.
I don't know what's worse, running your ass of or doing nothing.
At least I was able to catch up on some sleep.
Copyright 2007 Thomas J Wolfenden