As others have stated, Hoax, good question. I think.
Again, I'm only offering MY opinion based on what I have seen HERE and in my dealings HERE and elsewhere I have been.
At first, I was pretty proud. After calling (that's when we applied directly at the center, cold, I might add), every week for more than a month, I was granted an interview and told to fill out app. A few more weeks passed, a few more phone calls. Finally called in. Over a hundred applicants there for 2 jobs. Over time, it was narrowed down to just the 2, me being one. Geez, no eddycashion, running a Caterpillar Scraper for ten years and here I am, driving for UPS.
Won't go into every detail, but wanted to get hired as feeder driver. Personel said they didn't have opening there and if I'd be willing to do package car til there was. "Sure!", was my reply, not knowing all the rules to follow.
P/C was hard, very hard, hated all of it but like wearing the brown and having all the, uh, nice, uh, receptionists and homemakers "accept" their packages, was nice. One time, tho, really turned me. Was driving screwed-up split car one day. Was done and heading back. Had some break left and stopped at burger joint where ajoining driver was also breaking. He said he was gonna hafta call in for help. Had about 10 business that he couldn't get before pickups. I said I'd take em. Did, got em off real quick. Told Mangler when I got in. He exploded! Said it worked out but, and these are his words, I remember then to this day, "Don't you EVER think again!". From that day on, the wind went outta my sails.
Fast-forward to feeders. Was there for about 30 of my 32. Did exactly as told. Sure, there were some times, as in sleepers, when we had to make major decisions. We did them,some for the better of the company, some for the better of us,just didn't tell them. Example: One time, leaving Louky, I was driving, my partner got extremely sick. Woke up horking out the door. I had already made a decision to take a different route back home because of an intense storm following out normal route. I called hope base and said I could make it mostly home, running up against my 11 hours driving if they could have a sleeper qualified driver meet me and take over for partner. Instead of wrangling out the details, the Supe was wrestling with me about the odd route! That went on and on for quite a few minutes. Finally I just said, "If you don't want to send somebody and meet me HERE, I'll just stop at the next hospital, with this sleeper truck and set of doubles and you'll STILL hafta come get me!"
The last few yrs, our equiment went from bad to worse, mechanically and appearance wise. I was ashamed to drive the last brown tractor I was assigned. The back was covered with so much leaking and blow-by oil, you couldn't even see out the window. "Well, just clean it yourself", you say? Remember, "Don't ever think again", routine?
There were hundreds of other examples, like hooking an out-of-town tractor in here for a PMI, one that goes in here every night anyway and could have been switched out by the driver, only to have it sit on the fence for 3 days until done (no, that was the only thing done, is a PMI) and hooked back home.
There were, literally, hundreds of cases where supes and manglers made some HUGE, bungling mistakes that cost hundreds, if not thousands of dollars and skated only to be left to do it again. And they did.
So, the majority of my career was spent deriving pleasure, or a sense of purpose, in receiving my huge paycheck because of some of these blunders. And, of course, my bennies, not the least of which is my retirement, which I'm enjoying as I write.
Sorry.