So yesterday that whole oil pan fiasco made me finally decide I'd had enough. My boss and our lead mechanic drove out to meet me, which took about 2 hours. Mechanic brought his service truck and my boss brought another semi. The plan was that we'd tow the dead semi out of the way, hook up the new one to my trailer, and I'd just finish out my shift like that. I was good with that plan, although I had already made up my mind that I'd the truck they brought out for me didn't pass my pretrip inspection (i.e.: wasn't legal to drive) that I wasn't going to take the risk of driving it. My entire trucking career I'd never had a single failed DOT inspection until I started working here, then 9 months at this company and suddenly I've failed 3. My day was already bad enough, I just refused to let it get that much worse.
When they finally showed up, I noticed that the semi he brought out to me had a cracked windshield. Immediately I told my boss that I wasn't driving it. He and the mechanic gave a little bit of pushback, but I was firm. The law is clear as day with no room for interpretation. Any crack over 1/4" in length is illegal. Operating a commercial motor vehicle in that condition is a literal crime. So they relented. But when I took a closer look at my own notes, I realized that I wrote up this exact truck for this exact crack last week. Instead of fixing the problem, they just signed it off as being repaired and put it right back on the ready line.
That was the last straw. I was polite and professional, but I let them know that I would no longer be risking my safety and my integrity driving their shoddy equipment. I hitched a ride with the mechanic back to the yard, turned in my keys and my H2S gas detector, and let the big boss know. Our dispatcher was almost in tears when she heard the news. Great lady, that one. She's probably the single best dispatcher I've ever worked with.
I'm definitely going to miss a lot of the people there. Maybe it's just trauma bonding because we were all kind of dealing with the same issues of simply not having everything we needed to make things work, and always in a constant state of just figuring out how to get work done without it. But I met a lot of good people there. All of them dramatically underpaid and overworked.
I wish everyone there nothing but the best (except for the driver who spilled multiple bags of sunflower seeds all throughout my truck and made zero effort to clean them up), and I feel awful for not giving them 2 weeks notice, but I just could not in good conscience take another one of those trucks onto the interstate and put myself and everyone else at risk.
I think that's gonna be it for me as far as trucking goes. It's a dying industry anyway. Time to start the hunt for something new. Thanks for tagging along on this bizzare journey.