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penned by a fellow employee



Driving down the highway wearing my Conway blues,
Feeling good about my job, I've paid my dues.

Rolling along at sixty-five,
my radio's on-I'm feeling alive.

But Miller just kicked me in the gut,
Now I feel like I'm driving in a rut.

He slapped me down to sixty-two,
Man ain't nothing I can do.

He wants less emissions on earth forever more,
Sounds like the man's listening to Al Gore.

I see Fed-Ex flying by,
Makes me want to stop and cry.

Bit if I stop to take time,
They make it seem like a crime.

If I talk about safety as an issue,
They just hand me a box of tissue.

It doesn't matter if I die,
As long as they get their piece of pie.

My body's fatigued and my eyes are blood red,
I just want to stay home in bed.

But I must keep pushing to the FAC,
or surely Miller will fire me.

Makes me think I need a choice,
But Conway drivers have no voice.

There goes another-it's UPS,
Seems like my speed is less and less.

Stuck back here eating their dust,
Both my trailers swaying from the gusts.

I bet those boys are getting sixty-seven,
And they must feel like they're in heaven.

Now I'm alone, sad and blue,
Conway's got me driving sixty-two.

I said Miller just kicked us in the head,
Got us feeling ill like we're in bed.

I'm driving own the highway angry just like you,
Conway has us crawling-doing sixty-two.
 
damn...it's not bad enough they have you guys on call all the time working city and line, now you are going to fall asleep from boredom. IMO, if the limiters were raised there would be less emissions due to better fuel milage b/c your foot wouldnt be pressed to the floor. but what do we know...we are just POS truckdrivers. very creative song btw.
 
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faafaa said:
penned by a fellow employee



Driving down the highway wearing my Conway blues,
Feeling good about my job, I've paid my dues.

Rolling along at sixty-five,
my radio's on-I'm feeling alive.

But Miller just kicked me in the gut,
Now I feel like I'm driving in a rut.

He slapped me down to sixty-two,
Man ain't nothing I can do.

He wants less emissions on earth forever more,
Sounds like the man's listening to Al Gore.

I see Fed-Ex flying by,
Makes me want to stop and cry.

Bit if I stop to take time,
They make it seem like a crime.

If I talk about safety as an issue,
They just hand me a box of tissue.

It doesn't matter if I die,
As long as they get their piece of pie.

My body's fatigued and my eyes are blood red,
I just want to stay home in bed.

But I must keep pushing to the FAC,
or surely Miller will fire me.

Makes me think I need a choice,
But Conway drivers have no voice.

There goes another-it's UPS,
Seems like my speed is less and less.

Stuck back here eating their dust,
Both my trailers swaying from the gusts.

I bet those boys are getting sixty-seven,
And they must feel like they're in heaven.

Now I'm alone, sad and blue,
Conway's got me driving sixty-two.

I said Miller just kicked us in the head,
Got us feeling ill like we're in bed.

I'm driving own the highway angry just like you,
Conway has us crawling-doing sixty-two.
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Do we sing this to the beat of Buck Owens or Bobby Bear?
 
A Poem:



Roses are red,
violets are blue;
Dave flexes his gut, er-- muscle,
and says,"Go 62!"

He crows about carbon,
brags about 'green';
But seriously people,
how many miles has he ever seen?

Late to leave,
then late to reship;
"Where have you been!?!?";
The FOM's quip...

Less hours to run,
means less on the dock;
"Break this, then break this...";
as you keep an eye on the clock.

Drive slow-- but hurry!
Be sure to watch your hours!
While attitude plummets,
and Excellence sours.

"We love the environment!",
GO pounds its chest;
As morale keeps dropping,
with each hill we can't crest.

Mike G. is a tool,
Dave M. is a clown;
so concerned about numbers,
yet they slow us down.

As if it weren't before,
morale now is sure hurtin';
but pay no attention,
to the fat man behind the curtain.

Contradictions abound,
they swirl around us like snow,
"Safety First!" is the mantra,
until we don't want to go.

"Go, or your fired,"
is the usual retort;
"There's more where you came from.
You're replaceable, Sport."

"That's 'refusing to work'.";
is the SCM's chant.
As he asks you to do,
something he can't.

A rock and a hard place;
in between them: we're stuck.
GO doesn't care,
we only drive trucks.


No Lates! No Lates!
The unceasing cry,
so what if it's snowing?
So what if you die?

But alas, I digress,
back to our speed.
Faster trucks, not slower,
is our primary need.

Customers bailing,
pride's in the tank;
GO cares about 1 thing,
"How much can we bank?"

But once, long ago,
or so I am told;
Con-Way was once,
a sight to behold.

Claims, they were down,
and Pride, it did soar;
Drivers were begging
to get a foot in our door.

Now things have changed,
it's really a shame;
and all with a clue,
know just who to blame.

He's bearded and fat,
but not very jolly;
and his leadership skills
are a virtual folly.

So, as we putter along,
continually passed;
and other LTL's
keep kicking our ass;

GO sits and wonders
why we're not #1.
The answer's quite simple,
they've eliminated the fun.

And, whoops--wait a minute,
They just cut my run.


Happy Holidays!!!:1036316054:
 
you know another way of looking at things is ,...they slow our trucks down to 62 mile an hour,..and every other ltl company passes us,.in the meanwhile our competition is getting what used to be our freight to our old customers faster. when you look at it at that perspective the whole thing kinda sucks!!
 
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