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Cliff Notes Version: Dumbass coworker crashes into the truck I was driving after he decides that he belongs in the spot I currently occupied. Doesn't stop afterwords because he's too stupid to know he just caused an accident.
Doesn't look like much, but that's about 5000.00+ in damage.
The bumper, obviously will need to be replaced. Besides the obvious damage to the hood, it's cracked in several places. The quarter fender is cracked. The cap for the bearing oil resivoir is cracked and has lost all it's oil, so the wheel bearings will need to be replaced. The brackets holding the steps to the tank have been flattened, so the brackets will either be repaired (unlikely because of the tank) or replaced. That means the tank has to be removed. Surprisingly, he didn't break off the mirrors. They just folded up against the window.
Now you would think something like that might happen in the yard. Someone not paying attention while driving around the yard and running into the truck while it was parked. Nope. Not when we get the guy we'll call "dumbass" involved. (I'll call him da to save typing time.)
Coming back to the terminal Thursday night, I was headed Westbound on a 4 lane divided highway. I was right by a feeder ramp from the interstate and saw that there was a set of triples on the ramp getting ready to enter the highway I was on. About a 1/4 of a mile ahead of this merge is the exit that I need to get off. The ramp also starts an exit lane as well, but most trucks don't/won't use that lane, so I figure the truck on the ramp is going to need to get over into the lane I'm in so he can either move over and continue west, or he'll need to be in the exit lane I'm going to use.
So I speed up to give him room to slip in behind me. And I start to dismiss the whole affair as done. I check the right mirror and there is the truck, not slowing down at all. So now I am thinking it's a Fed Ex truck. They also use that ramp, but at the bottom, they turn right where as I will need to turn left. By this point both of us are at the top of the ramp, I'm already slowing down because the exit ramp curves to the left and crosses underneath the highway I am getting to exit.
Now, I can see what truck is next to me. It's one of ours, and I know it's da driving it. I'm thinking to myself that this going to get interesting, because I know that da is a ****ing nut case behind the wheel and he's not going to have the time or room to make it past me to get into the inside lane where I am at. I figure he'll have to go around the block, which would be somewhat amusing and teach da how to merge next time. Oh no.. I didn't fully account for the "****ing nut case" part of him.
By this time, he is ahead of me because I have been slowing down the whole time and he hasn't been. Now, he's pulling triples, which gives him an overall length of 108'. I'm pulling doubles. Right about the time his first trailer clears past the hood of my truck, he crosses over into my lane. I slam on the brakes, but have nowhere to go and no where near enough time to stop the truck to avoid this stupid ****er. He then proceeds to drag his middle trailer, rear dolly and rear trailer across the side of my hood. After doing this, which was a very noisy affair by the way, he doesn't stop and continues onto the terminal.
It takes me a minute to process what just happened. I mean, I am for the moment, dumbfounded. Not only at the fact that da just hit me, but also at the fact that he didn't stop. I'm completely stopped on the ramp, so I get the truck rolling. We're only about a 1/2 mile from the terminal, so I call the terminal and tell the dispatcher that da just ran into my truck and that he might want to get outside to prevent me from killing da.
I get to the terminal just behind da. I'll bypass all the yelling and screaming and references to him being a ****ing moron. Basically, he had no clue or idea that he had hit me. None. On his set, he blew 3 tires, bent two wheels, bent numerous brackets on the trailers and ripped off a bunch of lights on both the middle and rear trailers.
So after some more screaming and referencing his mental (or lack thereof) condition, we call safety and start on the paperwork. The dispatcher and others at the terminal are shocked at his stupidity, but not surprised in the least that he would do something like this. Even the dockworkers know he's a ****ing nut case.
I don't know what is going to happen with both of us at work yet. This is a first and so they are still investigating. I'm not too worried about myself. I did everything correct and da has a well established record of being a menace on the road. I do know they're not likely to terminate him. It'll take him killing someone before they reach that conclusion.
I would also like to point out that through all of that, I maintained (mostly) my decision to quit smoking. Okay, I had 2 cigarettes after that happened, but I figured I deserved them.
Cliff Notes Version: Dumbass coworker crashes into the truck I was driving after he decides that he belongs in the spot I currently occupied. Doesn't stop afterwords because he's too stupid to know he just caused an accident.
Doesn't look like much, but that's about 5000.00+ in damage.
The bumper, obviously will need to be replaced. Besides the obvious damage to the hood, it's cracked in several places. The quarter fender is cracked. The cap for the bearing oil resivoir is cracked and has lost all it's oil, so the wheel bearings will need to be replaced. The brackets holding the steps to the tank have been flattened, so the brackets will either be repaired (unlikely because of the tank) or replaced. That means the tank has to be removed. Surprisingly, he didn't break off the mirrors. They just folded up against the window.
Now you would think something like that might happen in the yard. Someone not paying attention while driving around the yard and running into the truck while it was parked. Nope. Not when we get the guy we'll call "dumbass" involved. (I'll call him da to save typing time.)
Coming back to the terminal Thursday night, I was headed Westbound on a 4 lane divided highway. I was right by a feeder ramp from the interstate and saw that there was a set of triples on the ramp getting ready to enter the highway I was on. About a 1/4 of a mile ahead of this merge is the exit that I need to get off. The ramp also starts an exit lane as well, but most trucks don't/won't use that lane, so I figure the truck on the ramp is going to need to get over into the lane I'm in so he can either move over and continue west, or he'll need to be in the exit lane I'm going to use.
So I speed up to give him room to slip in behind me. And I start to dismiss the whole affair as done. I check the right mirror and there is the truck, not slowing down at all. So now I am thinking it's a Fed Ex truck. They also use that ramp, but at the bottom, they turn right where as I will need to turn left. By this point both of us are at the top of the ramp, I'm already slowing down because the exit ramp curves to the left and crosses underneath the highway I am getting to exit.
Now, I can see what truck is next to me. It's one of ours, and I know it's da driving it. I'm thinking to myself that this going to get interesting, because I know that da is a ****ing nut case behind the wheel and he's not going to have the time or room to make it past me to get into the inside lane where I am at. I figure he'll have to go around the block, which would be somewhat amusing and teach da how to merge next time. Oh no.. I didn't fully account for the "****ing nut case" part of him.
By this time, he is ahead of me because I have been slowing down the whole time and he hasn't been. Now, he's pulling triples, which gives him an overall length of 108'. I'm pulling doubles. Right about the time his first trailer clears past the hood of my truck, he crosses over into my lane. I slam on the brakes, but have nowhere to go and no where near enough time to stop the truck to avoid this stupid ****er. He then proceeds to drag his middle trailer, rear dolly and rear trailer across the side of my hood. After doing this, which was a very noisy affair by the way, he doesn't stop and continues onto the terminal.
It takes me a minute to process what just happened. I mean, I am for the moment, dumbfounded. Not only at the fact that da just hit me, but also at the fact that he didn't stop. I'm completely stopped on the ramp, so I get the truck rolling. We're only about a 1/2 mile from the terminal, so I call the terminal and tell the dispatcher that da just ran into my truck and that he might want to get outside to prevent me from killing da.
I get to the terminal just behind da. I'll bypass all the yelling and screaming and references to him being a ****ing moron. Basically, he had no clue or idea that he had hit me. None. On his set, he blew 3 tires, bent two wheels, bent numerous brackets on the trailers and ripped off a bunch of lights on both the middle and rear trailers.
So after some more screaming and referencing his mental (or lack thereof) condition, we call safety and start on the paperwork. The dispatcher and others at the terminal are shocked at his stupidity, but not surprised in the least that he would do something like this. Even the dockworkers know he's a ****ing nut case.
I don't know what is going to happen with both of us at work yet. This is a first and so they are still investigating. I'm not too worried about myself. I did everything correct and da has a well established record of being a menace on the road. I do know they're not likely to terminate him. It'll take him killing someone before they reach that conclusion.
I would also like to point out that through all of that, I maintained (mostly) my decision to quit smoking. Okay, I had 2 cigarettes after that happened, but I figured I deserved them.
