I agree. Even with two years of feeders under my ever expanding belt, it still makes me cringe when I see all of these freaking helper threads. Mind you, I'm not saying that they shouldn't post here. Hey, be free to freedom up your speech.
Me and another feeder driver and I were walking out this AM, bitching about some of our on-road sups--yes, they get mad when you call them on-car sups--how they like to say how tough their jobs are. Yeah, these morons actually told us that. I told my buddy that none of these guys would know tough until they did just ONE peak in a package car. We both belly laughed.
If any helpers are reading this, take no offense. Don't get mad, don't quit your temporary job. But here is the story: that driver you might be bitching about, lives your complaints everyday of the year. Except he/she is on their own, making the bad case/worse case decisions on a daily basis, where the right answer is NEVER the correct answer. And yeah, those drivers get paid better than anyone else, and they have great benefits, and so many of them--as seen in these forums--are class AAA dumbasses, but don't dare think you know what a full day is like in that driver's seat, because you DON'T.
So many of those dipschticks are that way because the pressure makes them spin circles until their day is done. And I can think of no other way to explain so many of the responses that get tacked onto honest questions here.
No, stupid is as stupid does. This job makes it easy to see who did, and didn't have some decent parenting in the developing years.
Sorry, that's the best way I know how to explain and love the people I work next to and with every day. Forgive me.
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As a helper, who are you answering to? Imagine answering to a system that doesn't accept ANY voice of reason. As a helper, you don't think AT ALL, you just do. In your position, that might make you feel like a target, or a victim, but believe all of us, you're getting the easy part. Empty, brain-dead manual labor is the easy part, trust us. You'll never know what a pain in the ass it is to stop what you're doing just to go GET the help you need.
Let me put it into Hollywood terms, for simplification purposes. Yu are the driver. You bust safes for a living. Bossman tells you that, this--THAT--safe has to be cracked, or you're done. DONE-DIDDELY-DONE. But he tells you that he knows a guy that has a key to help you. That guy will meet you at the safe, in FIVE minutes, except, you're on the other side of town. You drop everything, run the lights to make the meet, but you're helper is long gone--he's helping the junior high school kids bust into the gumball machine. Bossman send you a message, did you crack that safe? "Don't tell me no..." And you wonder about the consequences.
The helper is flipping pennies, but the driver is flipping silver dollars...
All helpers, PM if I need to spell it out for you a little clearer.
As "just" a helper I need u not spell it out. If I "were" a teamster I think i could deal with what u describe.........flipping silver dollars is easy when u can file grievances.
