Talking with union brothers I'm back to work We all caught up life in a plague.
19:00 - 0300 two twenty minute breaks and it is eight and the gate as a yard Jockey providing no two hours forced overtime. Some of my close friends look so different long hair beards. Me I still have a beard I have been shaving my head bald since March April. It will grow back. My one friend when lay-offs hit bumped out on the road. He actually had a hold down bid running Brooklyn then on rebid he was turning Richmond va.
He asked why I didn’t bump out on road with my seniority from yard. I told him at 54 plan is retire maybe 63 after the boys established. I have 33 years in this shit buffet I started 87 with Preston 151 then to red star. I rode them down with closings and running road is always a 12- 14 hour day cash is awesome no brag usually $400 night mileage pay clock time pay. I told him if I never hit the street in a shitty wore out road tractor again I’ll be happy. I’ll just stay in the yard moving trailers. Or breaking and hooking road sets, my friend here I was talking with his father broke me in in 1987 after I discharged from army. And Preston 151 trained me to get my third class truck license he was my friends father a manager and he spoon fed me volume loads on second shift to get me use to driving.
I’ve told him many times that his father was decent a old school manager. And those union men I started with were a awesome breed of men. They took no shit did the job safely and went home, majority of them were Korean War and Vietnam vets. After they figured out you were solid guy those old school guys give you the shirt off their backs you were in with them. They were Hoffa senior men , and sadly hoffa junior is nothing like his old man hoffa jr is worthless example think trump.
On breaks I sat outside in gazebo ate at picnic table I will not go into break room. I’m so cautious I’m using the portable toilet outside and clean up with hand sanitizer. Only time I go in is to punch in or out , the yard boss called me over radio to get the keys to hook up couple twin screw tractors. I called back told him drop the keys to me out the window from second floor. He laughed then he knew I was serious. Yea throw keys out the window man I’m not joking. A ramble is all I had coffees gonna lay down around noon. On the back porch with pup and chocolate menace they’re still sharing a bone that was a Christmas gift boog found it in the yard.
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