Yeah buddy! 70% of scale back then just under $10.00 an hour as I recall. I just didn't dwell on it. It was something I needed to tolerate to get to where I wanted to end up. The next contract we voted on grandfathered all of us back up to scale plus the contractual increase. I got a 22% wage increase when that contract was ratified. To say I was one happy camper would have been an understatement! I still wanted to pee on Presser's grave for it though... My first year at ABF I nearly starved out at the bottom of the board. I was working casual for PIE when ABF wasn't calling me. They over-hired with me, and my relay manager understood I needed to pay my bills so he covered for me. There were a few months I didn't even earn my benefit package. I nearly went to PIE, but they couldn't hire me, thank god! Same with CF. They wanted to hire me and send me to Ashland Oregon. The wife saved me from that mistake! I turned down a job offer from Yellow after I had worked a little for them after I was laid off at Garrett. I kicked my self for that one until they blew up. I took a DOT physical for Roadway, but I just didn't feel right about that job for some reason. So I stayed at ABF. I remember it was Labor Day 1986 and I had called Portland dispatch to see if there was any work, and they said it didn't look like it, so we got ready to go camping up near Wallowa oregon overnight. I was literally walking out the door and the phone rang and Portland dispatch says "your truck is in, come to Portland" I said you told me there wasn't going to be anything. I'm going camping. Phil, being the jerk he was says " either get in that truck and come to Portland or resign!" I looked at my family's long faces and thought about it a couple of seconds and said "Alright" But I really thought about it, believe me! Johnney Paycheck's song " Take this job and shove it" played loudly in my head all the way to Portland that trip. I was in Portland years later the day that they fired Phil for verbally harassing another dispatcher. I went to the motel and slept like a baby with visions of sugarplums dancing in my head. When I think of how this journey could have gone wrong so many times to get me here, it makes my palms sweat!