I’m caught between a rock and a hard place…for the upteenth time I got no information from the upstairs peeps about a load until 5 minutes before the driver walk through the back door and even then I didn’t know what ½ the load was…WTF…I really don’t want to press this problem with the “shirts” but it really is getting me down…I can do my job but I can’t do it if you don’t give me enough warning to get some “step-up” time…if you drag your feet to the last minute and then expect me to do what I need to do in 5 minutes then eventually I’m going to get pissed off and sell your arse to Satan…a time of paying off old debts is coming…and let’s face it you owe me plenty…

(/rant)