Did she have food stamps?drum rollI saw a black widow in an Ohio state park outhouse before.
I saw a black widow in an Ohio state park outhouse before.
Did she offer to sell you a dime bag?
I re-read my original post, it was one paragraph and 4 sentences, not 27. Did you flunk math, or English, or both? And BTW I never watched Seinfeld.As usual with Sober it was much ado about nothing. Twenty-seven paragraphs to say nothing. He would have been the perfect writer for Seinfeld which, as we all know, was a show about nothing.
Can you believe it has been 25 years since that show debuted?
Resident know-it-all.
That's why I ignore the green light until I'm on area. Same goes for on the way back in at night.Well, my OJS went well in the sense that I was half way out to my delivery area before they even remembered that I was supposed to have one, so they messaged me to return to the building to pick the supervisor up.
Just shows there are still a few center manager and On Car Sups with a bit of common sense.Well, my OJS went well in the sense that I was half way out to my delivery area before they even remembered that I was supposed to have one, so they messaged me to return to the building to pick the supervisor up. She had other obligations for later in the day so she only rode with me for a few hours before I met up with and handed her off to another driver. We regurgitated a few acronyms, she checked off the obligatory boxes on her clipboard, and we made pleasant small talk about sports and the weather etc. She did not give me a hard time about production or ORION compliance or any other nonsense so I was kind enough not to make her use an outhouse full of spiders. It pains me to say this but Dave was right about one thing....it really was much ado about nothing. He is still off by 24 on the paragraph count though.
They always dispatch it short when riding along. Take pleasure in getting home earlier and hang in there....and a freaking OJS for my ass tomorrow, all because a 17 yr old girl rear-ended me on a busy highway when I slowed down to pull into a driveway. No one got hurt, she was in her daddys 20 yr old POS farm truck that already had a beat up front bumper, and my back bumper wound up with a 1/2" dent that our shop wont even bother fixing. The worst part for me will be spending 10 hours on car getting lectured by and reciting acronyms for a supervisor who wasnt even born when I started doing this job. If I'm lucky, maybe he has plans for tomorrow night and will dispatch me light so that he can get home early.