Preface: Tuesday morning saw the beginning of a decently sized blizzard tearing through our fair town, and, in fact, most of the state/surrounding states. I was scheduled to go in to work at 12:30pm, for my regular Tuesday shift on what we refer to as “truck day”. At 11:00am, I recieved the following phonecall:
Boss: “Robert?”
Me: “Yes.”
Boss: “I’m just calling to say that the truck won’t be here today, so are you available to work tomorrow?”
Me: “Yes. Same time?”
Boss: “Yes, same time. Sorry for the trouble!”
Me: “Oh, no trouble at all!” (Note: Which was true, as I didn’t particularly feel like going to work in blizzard conditions.)
At ten thirty this morning, I recieved a phonecall from Boss:
Boss: “Robert?”
Me: “Yes.” (Note: Who was she expecting?)
Boss: “I’m just calling to tell you that the truck will be late today.”
Me: “But, there’s no snow…” (Note: At this point, I’m staring out the window at the stark white world, which is reflecting the sunshine back into my eyes.)
Boss: “Right, but the truck broke.”
Me: “It broke.”
Boss: “Yes.”
Me: “How in the hell did it break?”
Boss: “No clue.”
Me: “It’s left Iowa, though, right?”
Boss: “I don’t know.”
Me: “How much later will it be?”
Boss: “I don’t know.”
Me: “…”
Boss: “I’m sorry, but corporate didn’t give me any information about any of it, other than ‘It broke’ and ‘It’ll be late’. But you’ll be on call, yeah?” (Note: “On Call” makes me sound so much more important than I am, but I love it.)
Me: “Yes.”
Boss: “You’re great!”
Me: “I know!”
Boss: “Thanks so much!”
Shortly after three this afternoon (about twenty minutes ago), I recieved the following call:
Boss: “I have some bad news.”
Me: “Hello.”
Boss: “What? Oh, sorry, hello. I have bad news.”
Me: “I’m preparing myself.” (Note: I could guess what was coming.)
Boss: “It doesn’t look like the truck will make it today at all.”
Me: “…”
Boss: “I told you it was bad!”
Me: “So, tomorrow then.”
Boss: “Hopefully!”
Me: “Right then.”
Boss: “I really appreciate it.”
Me: “I know you do.” (Note: I need the money.)
Boss: “Bye now!”
Literally five minutes before my typing this, I was on the phone with Danielle, when I got a voicemail:
Boss: “Hello, Robert! I just got a call from corporate, saying that the truck will be here at 8:00am, so if you could come in at 7:30am, that would be a great help! There won’t be much to unload, so you won’t be here long, but we really need you there, so please call me back to confirm you got this message! Bye!”
These are the times I’m not very fond of my job. Luckily for me, they’re pretty few and far between.
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