I have a 248k tax lien. I didn't file because I LOST money, and eventually they decided I owed them half of my gross.
You know the story. Korena and her people got them off me, but I guess what they did was prove I couldn't pay their extortion money. Down the road I'll have to pay to have it cleared up.
Anyway, this bullcrap nixed my truck purchase. I'll have to get a rental.
But wait--there's more! My dac and csa numbers (long story) render me unhireable.
From over two years ago, Northern Steel apparently put a bunch of bullcrap on my record.
It doesn't help that Michigan mugged me twice for all sorts of stuff.
Ok ok the air bags on their trailer popped, causing me to be overweight on one axle. They pulled me around and worked me over. Slack adjusters on the trailer etc. It's the carrier's equipment, but I still get bullshit points for all this stuff.
But Northern Steel said stuff like I didn't do my pretrip inspections, probably to shift the blame (they had a low safety rating).
Listen man: to inspect slack adjusters you need one guy under the truck and trailer with calipers and another to press and release the brakes several times, and an air bag can go flat at any time as you drive.
That's something else I can clean up somewhat, sooner and for less money...
For now, I'm screwed out of the move to the new company. Korena will just keep me on with Falcon though, so THEY haven't yet succeeded in destroying my career.
Oh I'm no Angel. I had two fenderbenders in the last 9 months! Guilty! But those aren't even the issue. It's a whole bunch of lies that is.
The last THREE TIMES the dot inspected me, I got cited for brake lights out. You know why? Because I'm the one in the cab pressing the pedal so I can't SEE it!
Paranoid? Really? How come two out of three times I tried to fix my brake lights the techs said they were fine?
Crap and I have to prove I fixed them. I have to dictate to the service writer: "inspected brake lights-found no issues." Then pay them 75.00.
And it doesn't matter. The csa points are on my record. Guilty til proven innocent.
God I'm sick of getting fkd over by EVERYBODY, ya know?
Anyway I got the guy from this hotel to pick me up at the service plaza. He had to take the turnpike east for 16 miles, exit, turn around in breezewood (you have to drive 4 miles before you can turn around), then come back 14 miles to my westbound travel plaza.
"Mac" isn't dumb but is Indian (or Pakistani) with a thick accent. So despite my carefully enunciated instructions, he calls me to say "ok I'm here by the gas pumps." After going back and forth for like two minutes, I look across at the eastbound (south) plaza and say "do you see that purple bus" etc...
Ok so there he is. "Turn around. I'm waving at you."
He wants me to come across the turnpike with my suitcase and over three 4' high barriers!
But pretty soon he got it: he has to go to the Greenwood exit and turn around anyway, so just pick me up then.
Ok so then I get in my room and soak in the tub til I wrinkle up, temporarily ignoring the text-bleeps and email tones which kept flooding in as usual.
By the way, I don't think I got all the oil out of my hair yet. I think some of it is Lucas. That stuff is tenacious, ya know? Bet Katy could explain why, but I'm afraid to ask.
Ok Korena thinks she has a rental for me "you're not getting an automatic" told her the automatic would save me 150/week in fuel, let her hopefully fill in the blanks (she's smart, but so busy she only skims texts or emails and...ok well you get this: She's not deliberate. To be deliberate, you have to slow down.
She's thinking "best deal", but not thinking it through thoroughly. Like...if Robert's truck costs 30 bucks more per week, but he saves 150/week, he will be out of the hole sooner (getting me my back-commissions) sooner, etc.
I guess I'm lucky in a way. I'm down now. Nothing I can do. So I found the nearest bar which is where I am drinking beer. I have escaped. I can be deliberate and methodical, and think things through.
For Korena, who has twelve drivers, there is no such escape, ever.
Kate, her sister, is helping her a lot, but all the big stuff is on her.
Preconceptions also cloud both their thinking sometimes: Robert wants an automatic because as he admitted he is "spoiled". Now, when Robert says "I can get 9mpg and save 150/week", he is trying to manipulate us.
I'm ok with another manual. It's fun, in a way. Makes me feel like "one udda boys" old-school "real" truckers.
The hell with it.
Anyway somebody called the cops on my truck at the service plaza despite my telling them what was up and leaving them a written note and stuff.
Korena calls and says "You've got me in trouble again! There's a state trooper by your truck. You're not parked where you should be. They're going to call me any second now but you need to get there".
SHUT you remember how the hotel guy had to...
This shit is typical for me, including doing everything right and getting blamed for bullshit cubed anyway. Including dire emergencies all the fucking time, and desperation all the fucking time.
Now Mac can't leave so it's a cab driver. I'm gonna have him drop me off 3 miles down this road and run 400 yards to the service plaza across a farm or something so I can move the truck.
It's stuck in (I think) 9th gear. I can nurse it with the clutch, but it disengaged, forcing me to stop and start. The last time I put it in reverse, it locked me there. I had to shut down for 4 minutes and start up again. The first time that doesn't work, I'm dead. That's WHY I didn't move the thing from where it was!!!
Right before the cabbie arrived, Korena calls and says "I took care of it".
Well not really. A good Samaritan called because they thought I might be dead in my truck, not because of where I'd parked. I've already been there two days, and probably some trucker came back through and saw me still there. Probably banged on my truck. Getting no response, he probably thought I had died in there and called the cops.
Nothing I wouldn't have done.
But I'm wondering how Korena knew the state police were going to call her before they called her...
Well anyhow I gave the cabbie 5 bucks and thanked God it was a false alarm.
And now I'm here. I prepaid Mac the Indian hotel guy through Monday with money I discovered in my etrade account which corporate lodging hadn't charged me for yet (their bad) and also discovered 57 bucks in my Huntington account.
Monday, Korena can get me money.
Listen: One reason why I directed all the money to her, stipulating my 1k, was to test her. I'm waiting to see if she does it all at once, or if she gets stingy now that she's in control.
You know I lack assertiveness and avoid responsibility and am too trusting and have (or at least used to have) passive/aggressive tendencies, but give me credit for being perceptive and sneaky, ok?
Honestly, I KNOW that Korena "massages" the facts with me sometimes, and don't trust her...sort of.
But she's a good person. She does care about me. She hasn't screwed me, ever...well except for not clearing up this tax bullshit (but then I don't have ten or fifteen grand laying around to pay for that ya know?)
The money itself isn't critical. I mean, I DO owe her well over 3k. Sooner or later, I have to pay her.
What I really want to see here is if she understands that letting me have my 1k right now, all at once, is best for both of us--or if she thinks she should micromanage me like I'm one of her children.
As for the tax stuff, I will put my foot down when I need to. But this will be some time after I go after my mostly bullshit dac report and csa scores, am at least paying down my next truck (after the rental), have upgraded that truck for fuel efficiency, mostly-but also a fridge and cooking thing and other tax deductibles), have paid you back, and have 15k in the bank.
I suspect you don't fully grasp my reality sometimes. You busted ass and earned everything you have. True enough, but you've never been beaten down like me.
I might be better at this than you would be.
Ya know, I hear these truckers talk, and about 2 out of 3 are full of shit. I said this. I told them that. For most of us old vets, they're like 15 year olds, but many of the old vets are just as bad.
YOU think I should confront Korena with specific questions, demanding specific answers, right now.
You are wrong.
I can't alienate her because she has all my receipts and records. Her husband doesn't physically intimidate me, but is scary (that's all I can say).
I know I'm lazy and disorganized and irresponsible and all that shit, but you just need to get this for now:
Beggars can't be choosers.
Now: I'm moderately impaired, exploring the delicate balance between optimal impairment and puking.
Next on my agenda will be my FANTASY FOOTBALL how you like them apples?
Since week one, I've squandered 5000 (pennies), and am down to 1600.
I got slaughtered at first, but I came back from the brink. Stay tuned, but if I lose my ass this week l'll put 2500 more in there how bout that?
I think I'm adequately impaired. Okbye
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