Thursday, August 22, 2024.
Medford, Oregon.

They loaded cheese from Wisconsin on Monday and told me to get it to Medford, Oregon by Thursday or Friday morning.

After picking up the load, I went to the tire shop. But the problem wasn’t with the tire. There’s an automatic air filling system on the truck, and I had accidentally turned it off.

Last week, the brake chamber was leaking air, so I turned it off then, thinking it might help.

They wrote me a ticket at the weigh station in Iowa. I was supposed to carry a maximum of 34,000 pounds on the trailer axle, but I was carrying 36,000. I adjusted the balance in two minutes. I’m irresponsible, I don’t check anything from the start.

The road was closed in Wyoming from Rawlins to Rock Springs. I-80 West. One of Sinclair Oil’s fuel tankers had overturned and spilled tons of gasoline onto the road. Cleaning it up took hours. It was 3 a.m. when I got there, and they opened the road at 9 a.m.

I arrived this morning, and they had cut off my seal. A seal is attached to the trailer door, a kind of seal, to show that the load hasn’t been tampered with. I wonder if they didn’t attach it securely and it fell off on the road, or if someone wanted to steal it but changed their mind when they opened the door and saw the load.

They haven’t picked up the load yet anyway. The appointment is tomorrow morning. Another day wasted. I’m sitting around doing nothing today. But the same broker gave us a new load at a very good price for tomorrow morning. And it’s from the same address, here.

In the morning, they’ll unload the cargo, load the new cargo, and I’ll head to Atlanta.

I thought, since we’re empty, let’s get the random drug test done, but the company couldn’t find an appointment in Medford. There’s a waiting list, and the testing places are full.

I won 20 battles on TikTok for my sweetheart, but that bastard Aletz upset us yesterday. We lost because he threw a gift at the last second.

I sent the girl $100 via PayPal to console her. She wanted to buy a light ring and a tripod anyway.

The other girl also wrote today that she’s trying to grow my business. She’ll probably ask for money too.

Actually, if I quit my job and came to Istanbul, I could solve that problem, and maybe make a lot of money. Then I could make the girls happier too. But life doesn’t stop. Payments don’t stop; they wait to be paid. So I can’t stop working either. Because I can’t stop working, it’s hard to learn better jobs.