We wound up making our way to the Port of Port Arthur, to SS Marine to pick up wood pulp. After going thru the many check points, we were escorted to the yard to wait. We were, then, told to follow the yard dog who was supposedly pulling our freshly loaded trailer to the staging lot. We got ready to hook up .... no paperwork. The yard dog said the office staff would bring it out to us.
We got to know the other 6 trucks sitting there "waiting on paperwork". One guy had been there since 6:30pm the night before. Did I mention it was noon? This man had been waiting for almost 18 hours! Needless to say, there were some angry truckers in that lot. After about an hour, Mark made a phone call to the shipping office. Apparently that was the straw that broke the camel's back, as the poor guy on the other end of the line proceeded to have a complete meltdown. The men loading the trailers had made a HUGE mess and he was angry. It wasn't long after the call ended the dock worker's supervisor paid a visit to all the truckers waiting. He would fix this problem he said and scooted off in his gold cart.
One thing that is hard for us females in the trucking world is the need for a bathroom. This location did not have one and even tho the men could use a bottle this gal couldn't do that. Off to town we went, driving around looking for a bathroom. Due to covid, location after location refused to let me use the bathroom. Thank you covid for making that part of my life harder! He found a grocery store and pulled in there. The guy managing the door was gracious enough to let me in. THANK YOU MR GROCERYMAN.
Upon returning to our waiting lot, we noticed many drivers were gone. Could it be that our paperwork would be in the mailbox? YES!
Off to Zachary, La. We went. We quickly found ourselves driving over miles of swamp land under us crossing bridge after bridge as we made our way north of Baton Rouge. Arriving at the receivers, we noted that there was a bridge with a limit crossing into the gates. After making another call, we were told to take our 44,000# load over the bridge with a 3 ton limit. WHAT????
We held our breath and over we went. Thank goodness it was a low water bridge. After we unload, it's off to Reserve, La. for a much needed shower and a good night's rest.