No,....there is no video....
No,.....I did not drive the car....
No,.....I did not change the oil....
As far as the car goes, I didn’t do dick.
It was all part of the plan though...I’m at my barber at 9:40 am for my monthly cut, and a professional shave. I’m at the eye doctor at 10:40 for my eye exam, and replacement glasses.
Im done with lunch at 12:00....I have the whole freakin afternoon to mess with the car..
But first i needed to get the 4r70 that I’ve had on a pallet for about 2 weeks to the freight terminal, and get that thing out from behind the car..and get it to Steve in florida.
The freight terminal is 20 minutes from my house,..I get out my hoist, put that thing on the bed of the truck, tie it down, and go.
Once i get there,....the day starts to go to hell.
A freight terminal dispatch office is the poster child for bad customer service. The guys behind the window don’t want anything to do with somebody that doesn’t drive an 18 wheeler. I stood for ten minutes looking at the guy that couldn’t be bothered to look up from his all too important work.
I walk down the terminal a few offices over, and the person there slides the glass aside to tell me that the place i was standing before was correct. So....I go back and stare at the guy,...trying to burn a hole in the top of his head.
He finally begrudgingly opens the glass.
”Are you here for a pick up?” he asks.
No, i have a shipment to drop off,....I have a order number.
”Do you have a bill of lading?, I can’t do anything w/o a bill of lading.”
No,..I didn’t know I needed one..
He opens the glass, and hands me the blank B.O.L....Then shuts the glass before I can ask if he has a pen.
I have to look for one. I find it a couple of windows over.
now that I have it..What the fck am I supposed to do with this thing, I wonder..
I get into my email confirmation of the prepaid shipping confirmation i got when I originally placed the order..Turns out I actually have a preprinted bill of lading in pdf form...I stare at the hole I’m melting in Mr helpfuls head..he opens the window...
I actually have a pdf of my Bill of Lading that came to me when I placed the order..Can I email it to you, and you can print it.
” I dont have the ability to do that here”.
I transpose the info on the one I have onto the blank one he gave me..a few minutes later, I hand him the bill.
He looks at it.
“Is this an automotive transmission?”
Yes.
“Is it on a pallet, or in a crate?”
On a pallet.
” We can only accept a transmission that is completely drained, and in a crate”.
Im standing there wondering how the other shipper managed to deliver my 4l80e....on a rubber tire, sitting on a pallet..NOT in a crate.
So,...i’ve lost an hour, and now i gotta go back home. The trans is on my truck, and i’m not taking it back off...I figure that it can’t take that long to build the four sides and put a top on top of the base, and when I get that behind me,I figure that i’ll just leave it there, and take the thing back to the shipper tomorrow.
At least that was how I figured it.
I was wrong.
The crate...aka transmission coffin took the rest of the day, into darkness to build from scratch.
And is now complete...and strapped to the back of the truck.
Ill take it back tomorrow. With a printed bill of lading..
Just let mr personality ignore me tomorrow...
Im practicing this right now...
” Is your site manager here,...or do you have a customer complaint department that I can speak to?
He don’t want me to talk to one of them.