By: Paul S. Cilwa | Viewed: 4/24/2024 Occurred: 8/4/2002 |
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Training continues: Actually driving a truck. |
Sunday, August 4, 2002
After a pleasant weekend home—which I felt would be my last in a long while (though this didn't turn out to be the case)—Kurtis showed up Sunday afternoon, late, and we returned to California. It was, again, a smoke-filled but not-otherwise-unpleasant ride. When we got to the Days Inn in Colton, however, it turned out that the smoke was not over.
We have no non-smoking rooms remaining,
the desk clerk told me. We'll have
to put you in a smoking room.
I shook my head. I can't handle spending the night with
a smoker,
I said. But the clerk assured me the room was empty, and
he would not put anyone else in it that night.
Check tomorrow afternoon and we will move you to a non-smoking room,
he promised.
Sure enough, the room reeked of past smokers' exhalations. Ironically, it was Kurtis' room from the previous week! —And the 'fridge was still stocked with his roommate's leftover food: a gallon of some kind of punch, a few add-water noodle soups, and so on. Since I was still broke, I found this unexpected largesse to be most welcome, and figured that that was why the Universe had put me there.
(Although, if the Universe can manage an amazing coincidence like putting me in Kurtis' old room at a motel, why can't It just give me a lottery win?)
Monday, August 5, 2002
Class this week is going to be structured very much like the first 11 days of training—the biggest difference is that Schneider, since they are now paying me, will not be paying for my lunch. Don Schneider giveth, and Don Schneider taketh away, as they say.
Our instructor, Bob, is a very cool guy with one of the deepest voices I've
ever heard. Only the fact that he is very nice has kept him from being nicknamed
Darth
, I'm sure. He divided the class into halves; my half will be training in
the trucks in the morning while the other half has class time; in the afternoon
we trade places.
Our slow maneuvers
(backing up) instructor is Dan, who tested me at the end
of the first 11 days. The morning half got further divided; a little fellow with
an accent and I, we work with Dan while the remainder train on the road with another
guy; then, again, we trade places. The idea is to spend time on the kind of
things we actually spend a minority of time on in real
life—and, therefore,
are skills most truck drivers don't develop for years.
I had already impressed Dan, apparently, when I took my test; so he concentrated on helping the other guy, whose backing skills did need work. That meant I mostly just stood around, trying to find shade from the hot Southern California sun.
I had mixed feelings about the sun here. On the one hand, it is hot—the air gets hot, there's dust and sand everywhere, and little breeze. On the other hand, there's always a haze in the air which I know is reflecting a lot of ultra-violet rays back into space. So I was afraid I would lose my Phoenix tan, which one gets while walking from one's house there to one's car.
Driving skills involved stopping the proper distance from an intersection for stop signs and traffic lights; and, especially, making turns at street corners without the clipping the curb (bad) or street signs (worse) or people (unforgivable). I had this nightmare that I would wind up on the six o'clock news for having run over a nun, so I was always very careful…but it's not just care; it's skill, and I didn't have that, yet—hence, the driving lessons.
Still, Jim, the driving instructor, always thanked me for a good ride
when
we returned to the OC (Operating Center), which made me feel like maybe I wasn't
doing too badly. I tried not to entertain the thought that he said that to all
his students…and, in truth, he didn't say it to the little guy I was
paired with, who had not yet mastered shifting and so riding with him was less
like a ride in a truck and more like a ride in an amusement park: a series of
spine-wrenching lurches and frantic grabs for support.
Afternoons with Bob were easier for me, since I always have an easier time with bookwork. I don't think I've mentioned it before, but when I was in the 11-day training and we first encountered trip planning, I immediately wrote a couple of Excel spreadsheets to automate the task. In JumpStart, one of the prime areas of focus was trip planning; so, of course, I used my spreadsheets to get the exercises and homework done in minutes rather than hours.
I was a little nervous about doing this publicly. When I was a kid, I owned a
book entitled Danny Dunn and the Homework Machine. In this story, a kid
gets access to a computer his uncle has created, and gets it to do his homework.
Now, in order to do this, he has to study like crazy so he can put the
information into the computer, in order to get it out in the form of
homework assignments—in other words, he's using it as a word processor
(something that didn't actually exist in the fifties, when the book was
published). Danny's teacher doesn't quite understand how Danny is using the
computer, since she, herself, knows nothing about them; so she decides to give
him more and more difficult assignments, to make up for his perceived
advantage
over the other students.
But, by God, computers are my area of expertise and I had every intention of using my laptop to assist in my career as a truck driver. So I brought it to class, and I wrote the spreadsheets, and I used them.
The pleasant surprise was that Bob (and Chuck, before him) liked the idea I was automating some tasks. As long as the results were correct, and I understood the process (which I had to do in order to write the spreadsheets), he not only had no problem with it—he thought it was cool, and wanted to see what I had done. Several people in the class asked for copies to use on their laptops, which they hadn't thought to bring to class but did intend to bring on their trucks.
I even got the idea that maybe I could package this, somehow, and sell it to other Schneider drivers.
When I returned to the hotel, I found they were still out of non-smoking rooms. So I bargained: I'll stay where I am, if I can have the room to myself for the remainder of the week. The desk clerk agreed, and I spent Monday night with the window wide open, and the subsequent nights, as well. Yeah, I was awakened regularly by the trains blowing their horns in the nearby yard (could this neighborhood be any more downscale?), but by Wednesday night the smell of stale tobacco had pretty much dissipated. (Or I had gotten used to it.)
Thursday, August 8, 2002
The days of this week flowed together, and today, Thursday, seemed to me like
any other. I knew there was to be a test at the end of JumpStart, by I thought
that would be on Friday. So I went to Dan and the yard training as on any other
day. Yeah, Dan wanted me to do a full pre-trip inspection
(naming all the
parts of the truck and what I would be looking for if the truck was in
road-worthy shape, which it was not) and I did, without really thinking anything
about it. And he did let me back the truck into a space wider than we'd been
practicing in, which I did in a single move, not even needing to make a
corrective pull-up. (Monday we backed into a 9-foot space, and Dan had said we
would do 12-foot spaces the rest of the week. However, I requested that I
continue to work with the 9-foot space, on the theory that if I could master
that, the 12-foot spaces would be a piece of cake.) And then I got into the
truck with Jim, and we drove around a little. By now I was relaxed enough to be
able to joke and chat with Jim while we drove. As usual, he thanked me for a
good ride
.
When I got back to the OC for lunch, one of the other guys in class asked me
how I did, and confessed to having been really nervous.
I asked what we had to
be nervous about, since I knew he was doing really well. I always get nervous
during tests,
he said.
What test?
I asked.
It turned out that I had spent the morning taking my JumpStart-end qualification tests! I had no idea. That afternoon was our written test, nearly seventy questions; I missed one.
When I got back to my room at the Days Inn, there was a message from Nelson, the man who was to be my Training Engineer for the next week or two. We met by the pool for a short conversation, and agreed to meet the next day at 1 PM, after class was officially over.
Friday, August 9, 2002
Even though the training part of JumpStart had ended the day before with our
testing, the indoctrination part remained. We had a talk by Dwight, who urged us
to run teams (You'll get a newer truck sooner!
) and another guy, who was
very funny but whose name I've forgotten, gave a talk on safety and loss
prevention. But the classroom training was over and we knew it. We said goodbye
to Bob and each other; the guys who had not yet been assigned TEs (training engineers) made plans to
go home for the weekend. I stepped into the cafeteria, where I knew Nelson and
the next phase of my training were waiting.