They can always fire me. I don't give a damn.
Ive taken pictures when I felt like it. Problems begin in highly secure facilities and they eyeball you to make sure you don't have a damn thing.
Those piles and hazmat on bottom tells me the drivers and dock people cannot be bothered to care. They wont bend down for a thousand dollars scattered on the floor. Its going to get really ugly in the future.
I have refused shippers when they offered a load in a pile. My Company roars that I have no authority to say no, I tell them to get on a plane and see for yourself. You want to lose a little money now or a one hell of a lot money on cargo value at arrival when its REFUSED?
Silence.
Then again there are times they tell me I will be taking it anyway money be damned, I say cut me a little extra of that and you wont hear another word. Those loads come out to be some of the absolute worst and causes me to question investing my life into such a horrible POS industry at all sometimes.
One load stands out over all others in my memory. Little blue facial cream cups. No lids. Empty going to noxeuma factory or some such out of Mass to be filled up for retail. Forklift man has to tilt two pallets to fit the whole thing under the old return chute up top that was scraping just a little tiny bit.
That dried up old unlubricated yankee went off and said F-you I aint loading :
: on this trailer. BYE. My phone call to dispatch bounced around to bigger and bigger suits. All of them asking WTF?
Forklift driver gets called into his office with a profanity attached to his name at the end of the dock there. The muted screaming was mostly one way. Forklift driver roars back, I aint loading THAT. F-you and stomped to his car and screeched off.
Everyone was out a one hell of a lot of money. And there was the question of two pallets to unjam from the front of my trailer.
One cup at a time. To this day I cannot stand to see that product in any store.