The day after Christmas I was up in Boston picking up a load of candy from NECCO. You know that company... they make those funny sugar wafer things and (perhaps more widely known) those small colored hearts with the Valentines Day messages. Yes, that's right... the day after Christmas I am delivering Valentines products.
So this morning I'm in Lexington, KY to get unloaded. It's a food distribution company, and generally wherever you go in this country that means one thing: LUMPERS.
Dr_Lizardo and I have both discussed this in the past. Only the ingenuity of America could come up with an industry where none is needed. Essentially the concept is: the people who purchased a product refuse to remove it from the delivering truck. Either you can do this backbreaking work yourself, or you hire a third-party company (commonly referred to as lumpers) to unload it for you. Generally at ridiculous prices. It doesn't hold true in this particular case, but occasionally the lumper fee will actually be higher than the amount of money I earn for making the trip. Which is completely outrageous.
My company doesn't want me to touch freight. They want me driving, and only driving. So they pay for this lumper service. But the entire concept is just fucking retarded.
Anyhow, I recently got a contact request via Classmates from someone who is pretty much the best friend that I've lost touch with for the last few years. I'm not really into the whole Classmates thing, but this weekend I'll pay for a month (or whatever it is that I have to do) in order to get her contact information. It's been too long. Sometimes when someone moves to the other side of the country it becomes the excuse to let a lapse of contact occur. Fortunately I feel like she's someone that... despite time passed... we could pick up again as if we'd just spoken yesterday.
So this morning I'm in Lexington, KY to get unloaded. It's a food distribution company, and generally wherever you go in this country that means one thing: LUMPERS.
Dr_Lizardo and I have both discussed this in the past. Only the ingenuity of America could come up with an industry where none is needed. Essentially the concept is: the people who purchased a product refuse to remove it from the delivering truck. Either you can do this backbreaking work yourself, or you hire a third-party company (commonly referred to as lumpers) to unload it for you. Generally at ridiculous prices. It doesn't hold true in this particular case, but occasionally the lumper fee will actually be higher than the amount of money I earn for making the trip. Which is completely outrageous.
My company doesn't want me to touch freight. They want me driving, and only driving. So they pay for this lumper service. But the entire concept is just fucking retarded.
Anyhow, I recently got a contact request via Classmates from someone who is pretty much the best friend that I've lost touch with for the last few years. I'm not really into the whole Classmates thing, but this weekend I'll pay for a month (or whatever it is that I have to do) in order to get her contact information. It's been too long. Sometimes when someone moves to the other side of the country it becomes the excuse to let a lapse of contact occur. Fortunately I feel like she's someone that... despite time passed... we could pick up again as if we'd just spoken yesterday.
ha.
only in america.
and what a name!