Threw my first brush fit in like 5 years today...
To clarify, I find myself contracted out to drive log truck... I've never drove log truck until now so far so good no ones dead yet anyway
That said, this outfit is clearing 40 acres, and I split my time between cleaning up the landing, driving truck and fixing their **** ups...
Anyhow, dude is 56, been a dirt werker most of his adult life, never been logging...
So far hes gotten his hand stuck in a winch, dammed near took his head off with a log, ******* constantly, asks questions about every thing (which is fine... when you wait for an answer instead of talking over the guy your asking questions of...) takes 2 hours at least, to get his first fresh chain of the day on... and probably half a pack of smokes in the process...
I've told him repeatedly what lengths and diameters to buck to..
Today, I find half a load of undersized, completely random length random species logs stacked up in a pile that should have been 8" plus fir/hemlock... took me an hour to wade through em to get logs I could haul... did I mention I'm log loader guy now too...
So trip #3 rolls around... 13hrs into my day it's getting dark, guess who's dicking with the loader machine... throwing pulp logs on my saw log pile... not getting out of the way so I have even a slim chance of leaving the log road in daylight... incase your wondering, trucks have priority... can't get paid if the logs arn't at the mill.
So he gets out, stands in the way for another 5 minutes...
Grabs a shovel and starts cleaning tracks on a machine I'm using... yes using...
Then stands in the way again...
10 minutes later grumple (76 yrs old still running a 1954 d7 like a kid...) informs me that they are leaving, and that if I might shovel the tracks cause dude is tired...
I ask were the shovels are.
Dudes response is OPEN YOUR ******* EYES!
Please note it's full dark now...
I may have swore at him... more then a little, ok a lot...
Finish loading, alone... in the dark... it's a horrible looking load... but it's on the truck...
Make it the 30 miles back to the hotel...
Guess who quit because I was mean to him?