Good grief, what a day so far. I delivered the Army truck in Indy this morning with no troubles. I should have know to be worried at that point but I foolishly plodded forward as if everything would be just peachy. I was sadly mistaken.
As dispatch didn't yet have a load lined up for me I and the other driver making the same delivery headed for the truckstop for breakfast. Before we got there I had a phone call. The lady said she was from our NY office. Huh? I didn't know we had a NY office and said as much. Turned out she's the wife of one of our drivers who lives out there (a drinking buddy of mine) and she works as an agent for us. Ok, cool.
Anyway, she said she had found me a load out of Indy. Great. I told her I would call her back from the truckstop. I did, and she provided me with the pick up info. I made some calls to find out where I was loading, get directions, all that good stuff. After breakfast I headed out still foolishly expecting everything to go as planned.Did I mention that I was mistaken?
When I arrived at the place that I was told I was picking up they didn't know anything about it. Upon doing some checking they discovered that I was at the right company but the wrong location. I needed to be on the East side of Indy instead of the South side. Turns out I had passed the correct place on my way to the wrong one. The man gave me directions to the right place and said he would let them know that I was coming.
Ok, I get to the right place. They don't know anything about it and said they had no record of anyone coming to pick up this particular machine (an end loader). Oh goody. They did some checking and verified that they did have the machine with matching model and serial numbers but no order for it to be picked up. They also mentioned that the machine doesn't run. Wonderful. Time to make some more calls.
I first called the customer receiving the machine to make sure they knew it didn't run and that they would be able to unload it in it's non-running condition. The lady told me they didn't need the machine and that they had canceled the order and somebody should have called them. I explained that I was in fact calling them but she seemed to miss the joke. Yet more calls to find out WTF is going on with this, but nobody who should know it was canceled knows anything and nobody who should know it needs to be picked up knows anything and it seems nobody but the people here knows it doesn't actually run.
So now I am waiting for return phone calls to let me know if it's a go, no-go, or whether I should just go stand in the corner and pee on my shoes or something.
I hate Mondays.