This morning I drove the pile of junk spare truck down to the diesel shop in Milwaukee to pick up my trailer so I could finally deliver the load. I popped in to find out where my truck was parked as the paperwork for the load was still in it. To my joy they informed me that my truck was repaired and ready to go. It was a faulty fuel injector as I suspected.
I tossed my overnight bag, knitting bag, and laptop out of the pile of junk spare truck and into my truck, hooked to the trailer and hauled it on out of there leaving the pile of junk spare truck parked in a corner out of the way.
After delivering the load I called in and found that they needed a military truck picked up. No surprise there. I got that picked up as well as a generator and then headed back down to the yard. When I got there the boss's brother "M" ,who runs the shop, came out to where I was removing my chains from the stuff I had hauled in.
He got in my face wanting to know why I didn't bring my truck back to our shop after I picked it up. First I told him to take a step back and get the f*ck out of my face, and then I asked him what the f*ck he was talking about. He looked at my face and then at the heavy steel breaker bar in my hand and took a step back.
He told me that the shop was expecting my truck this morning so they could install some a/c part they had ordered the last time I had it in. "News to me" I told him. "Shit kinda works better if you actually tell somebody something once in a while, I'm not a f*cking mind reader you know."
He said he was sure he had told me, and I assured him that in no way had he told me anything of the kind, and that this was the first I had heard of it. I also asked him why he hadn't simply called me on my cell phone. He said he had tried several times. As my phone hadn't rung all day I asked him what number he had called. He checked his phone and read off the number for my old phone which had been replaced a couple of weeks ago.
He then wanted to know why I hadn't given him the new number. "Come with me" I said. We walked into the service manager's office and I asked him to give me the list of driver's cell numbers. I glanced at it and then handed it to "M". It showed my new number of course. He just shut up and walked off, probably feeling like a complete ass.
As far as I am concerned a lack of communication skills on their part does not constitute an emergency on my part.
After I finished up and washed up I got with the service manager and we set it up to get my truck worked on in the morning. Works for me. From the looks of it they wouldn't have had time to do it today anyway.
I then hopped back in my truck and headed for Hobby Lobby. I've been working on that Irish Hiking Scarf and really, really like the pattern so I decided to buy some nicer yarn for it. I'd been just using some el cheapo stuff that I use for practice.
I found some really nice Caron Simply Soft Shadows that I liked and thought would make a nice looking scarf. I paid for my new stash and beat it down to the truck stop for a quick meal. I could hardly wait to try out this new yarn. It really is nice and soft, and it looks good too. I found out pretty quick that it knits really nice too.
So I've restarted the scarf in a much nicer yarn. I think it's gonna be a keeper, and I'll probably wind up making a matching hat for this Winter.