I got to the yard this afternoon, dropped my load, and checked the box for paperwork for my next load. There was nothing there with my name on it. WTF?
Ok, whatever. I parked my truck and headed down to the bar. As I expected the boss and several others from work were there. The boss, Pete, bought me a beer and asked how my trip had gone. We chatted for a few minutes and I got around to the fact that there wasn't a load waiting for me.
He called over his brother, who is charge of outbound loads, and asked about it. He said that he had been told that I wouldn't be in until Sunday night.
Huh? I had a very specific conversation with S about when I would be at the yard. Noon Saturday or, if the weather was bad, late Saturday. Saturday either way.
The boss was pretty pissed about the whole thing and said that S had screwed up one too many times and he was gonna fire her ass on Monday. Oops.
I told him that maybe she was just hedging because of the weather, which I had done by telling her that it might be late Saturday when I got here, and that he shouldn't let her go. I managed to get him off of that idea and we had a few more beers.
To be honest, she has screwed up several times that I know of, and no idea how many other times, but I don't want to be the one responsible for her losing her job.
Pete told me to just get a room and he'd see to it that I got a load out on Monday. Ok, no problem. So now Socrates and I are in the hotel and chilling until Monday.
Not exactly making me any money, but sometimes things just go that way.
But if she costs me money again, I will personally ask the boss to can her ass.