We seem to be making bad decisions. Scratch that, not seems, ARE.
Damaged the truck trying to jump a curb at a truck stop - $380 worth between the popped tire, straightening the frame under the fairings, and putting the landing gear "sand shoes" back on. Dumb shit stuff. We don't drive a piece of shit anymore, we can't keep making dumb-ass decisions like that. We actually got off lucky; it could have been a LOT worse.
We keep ending up getting less per mile than we think we are getting - the deadhead is farther than we thought, or the posted miles are shorter than the actual, and we figure the rate per mile is better than it actually is.
Then we try to schedule a tight run to get some good loaded miles in before the weekend, and we get hosed by it taking too long to get loaded, and we miss the unfriendly early cutoff for delivery, and have to cancel the reload.
And just getting people to answer their phones has been a challenge.
It's very aggravating, stressful, and not fun. If it is going to keep being like this, then I won't want to do it any more. We may have to give up our authority and run for a big company. Or try to be a dispatch service, or hook up with one. I very much love the driving, but the rest of it... Not so much.
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