No Rush Needed

It turned out that when I got down to GM, there was no emergency. The dock supervisor thought my dispatch was insane to feel the need to try and get me there earlier. The only thing we could figure out is that someone looked at the number of engines inside the plant and panicked when they figured out when the next truck was due. The panic was because for what ever reason this person wasn't aware of all the trailers of engines in their drop lot. So I called my dispatch on the way home so they were aware of those trailers full of engines from Mexico. That way they could ask who ever may call in a panic last night, if they have checked the drop lot for more engines.

We will be working again this Saturday, so I can plan on another good meal down there at GM. I am going to be bringing a cold six pack with me to contribute to the food, of IBC root beer. From a distance, or even up close, the bottle looks just like a beer bottle. Sure to give us some fun making people think we are drinking on the job.