I felt the same way when I did my peak route. Imagine a dark and cold December night, 7pm, 30 stops left in a back-country route in the middle of nowhere and my sup has to bail me out 3 nights in a row. I also may or may not have ran over a "Santa stops here" sign. I was getting in the center between 9:30 and 10pm.
By the beginning of the second week, I was getting back in the center between 530 and 6. My sup actually called me to ask where I was on my route and if I needed help. He was shocked (and surprised) to discover I was already at home watching Deadliest Catch and eating Taco Bell. I believe the exact words were "holy
you're done already? nice." Things got better from there.
At some point you're going to have an "ah-ha" moment where suddenly things click.
I'm borderline retarded when it comes to memorization and directions and even I got it eventually. Hang in there
REMEMBER- there's always someone worse off than you. I remember coming back around 7pm one night and overheard dispatch talking to a veteran driver saying that one of the part-time drivers was still out with over 70 stops left on a split route and the guy who normally does the route refused to help him.