It's a Team's Life

Walking to the Principal's Office

I pull around back with my heart beating much faster then normal and I start mentally going over what I need to bring in. We bought a notebook with plastic sleeves so that each permit has its own special space.  I also made labels for some of the sleeves as each state can call the same permit has its own special space. I also made labels for some of the sleeves as each state can call the same permit by different names. I do not often get called into a scale and when the scale master would ask for our single state registration by a different name it would throw me. Now every sleeve with a permit has been labeled with each name the permit has ever been called. As I gather up my paperwork and step out of the cab my apprehension rises.  I feel as if I am back in high school and have been called to the principal's and I remember that hallway was a long one.  I had plenty of time to think while going down the hall wondering what I had been caught doing and of course all the time trying to figure out how to explain I was of all innocent of all wrong doing. I feel the same way as I carry my paperwork to the scale house and wait in line for my turn and them to ask... The worst part of this whole ordeal is I have not ran into a mean person at the scale and I would have to say 90% of them are very professional and considerate. I have had several level 1 vehicle inspections with no problems and I have never had a problem with any of my paperwork. What brought this up today was that I crossed in British Columbia. The scale was open and as I crossed the scale the red light came with the message pull to the side and bring in your paperwork.   Well to begin with we were only going about 15 miles into Canada and we had HORRIBLE directions to our customer and I was concerned about that problem. With heart racing I gathered up my permit book and my BOL and I trudged into the scale house.   All my worry was for naught at the scale master was smiling and all he wanted was to see my British Columbia permit. No one else was around at that time so I asked him if he knew where the street  address was for the customer we were going to. This guy draws me a very detailed map, then gets out his map book and shows me a visual of how to get there.  As I was walking out of the scale house I was thinking to myself, "Why do I stress to the max every time I get called into the scale?" I know though that next time I see the red light and driver pull around the back my heart is going to quit once more.

Bob & Linda Caffee
Leased to: FedEx Custom Critical
TeamCaffee
Saint Louis MO
Expediters 5 years been out here on the road ten years
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