Hello everyone - it's nice to be back. Actually, it's nice to have some positive news. The news has something to do with this picture:
Right, I got a haircut (more like, I was hacked by a blind woodsman. More about this later.) But also, I passed my commercial drivers license (CDL) road test. Holly molly was I excited. Apparently, people here are very impressed with the fact that I passed because very few people can pass the test without having taken a drivers class to prepare. I'm totally self-taught and have developed my own set of how-to's to survive in the world of trucking. Passing this license road test was significant because it will position me for many other employment opportunities that I was trying to get into to begin with.
To say the least, I have gained a whole new respect for truckers. To get a "class A" CDL (class A enables you to drive any type of large truck), you have to pass 4 written tests, a "pre-trip" inspection of the vehicle, a road driving test, and a maneuvering test through an obstacle course of cones. I passed the written tests a few weeks ago and all the other tests on Friday afternoon. It was very nerve-racking to have the examiner over your shoulder, scrutinizing every move, whose goal it is to weed out CDL candidates (ND is among the most difficult states in the Union to get a CDL because of the harsh driving conditions). Every wrong move you make or item that you forget to do deducts points from your total score. And, the examiner is not supposed to give any coaching - in fact, you are not supposed to talk to the examiner unless you need to clarify an instruction that he/she has given you or to explain what and why you would perform a certain procedure.
My testing was scheduled for Friday afternoon. I had to wait for the examiner for about 30 minutes, then he came out to the parking lot with me to the truck. We went through the pre-trip inspection just fine. Then we proceeded to the road test. He had me turn right out of the parking lot, then make another right turn down a small neighborhood street. The following picture is the result of my second right turn during the road test:
(The street sign was not leaning before I wreaked my havoc on it.) As I approached the turn, I noticed 2 cars parked at the intersection that I had to go through. As I made the turn, I was focusing on missing the cars and lost sight of the street sign. the examiner had me pull up to the curb and stop while he got out and looked at the damage in my wake. I was sweating bullets, thinking that I have just failed the test within 15 minutes of the start. After about 5 minutes he returned to the cab and said "It's still standing, let's keep going." He said nothing about me passing or failing the test, so I started out again. My insides were tied in knots not knowing... And, some unfortunate Minot newcomer may be eternally confused about which is 18th street and which is 2nd avenue.
I did ok throughout the rest of the road test. Then he had me go to the area where they have the cones set up for the maneuvering tests. Being rattled from the assault on the street sign, I didn't have much confidence that I could get through this part of the test. However, it seemed that some unseen angels had something different in mind.
Here are some images that bring tears to my eyes:
The CDL candidate has to back the trailer into a 12-foot wide by 20-foot deep "dock" space, with the truck starting from a right-angle (perpendicular) to the alley, without crossing any of the boundaries. Generally, a DOT-certified trailer can be no wider than 11 feet. My trailer is 10'10" inches wide, leaving 8 inches on either side centered. This maneuver is called the "alley dock". Personally, I call it the "alley of hell". Once you get the trailer into the alley, you have to stop the back of the trailer within a 12' wide by 3' deep "box" without crossing the back boundary - see the second pic above. This is typically the most difficult maneuver that a truck driver has to perform. I nailed it the first try. The examiner was impressed. I was not even in my body...
To sum, I did pass the test with about 5 points to spare. The feeling was overwhelming! Thanks to all for the wonderful support!
It has been a very stressful and emotional time leading up to passing my road tests. For the past 7 weeks, I have been assigned with my current job to work in the Gavin Marshalling Yard here in Minot 6 days a week. This is the plum position that is the envy of all drivers at PTI, because it is a guaranteed 48 hours of work a week. And, the branch manager set me up with 6 days instead of the customary 5. Only one other driver has 6 days a week at Gavin, so I'm grateful to have that. I work from 11:30pm (23:30 for you military types) to 7:30am. As I may have mentioned before, Gavin yard is a dangerous and somewhat scary place for the rookie driver, as there are constantly trains and pieces of trains moving in all directions. You need to be confident and know where you can and cannot go. Anyway, here's one of the many hazards that Gavin Yard serves up:
http://youtu.be/BVKIhwWqqG0
Many PTI drivers who work "over-the-road" (like I was when I started) I have talked to over the past few weeks are disillusioned because they are not getting the hours they were promised - some getting as little as 10 hours a week. PTI has hired a mess of people for driving positions (and believe me, they are ALL kinds of people). Just within the last few days, I'm hearing that some people are leaving for other jobs. I'm not surprised.
So as I mentioned before, I got a haircut. Actually, the result looks more like I hung my head upside down in a garbage disposal. Minot doesn't offer a lot of options for fancy hair care (I'm so into fancy hair care) so I got a recommendation from one of the people I work with. She was a sweet old lady whose hands trembled and shook like, well, they trembled and shook. I had no idea that ears could bleed so much. Anyway, that's one place who's patronage I won't be enjoying again. I think next time I'll cut it myself.
More to come...




Oh, my gosh, I was laughing at your hair cut, then crying at your success in the "alley", then laughing again about the lady who cut your hair.
ReplyDeleteI could see her and just imagine what you thought when you looked in the mirror. I remember how I felt when Aunt Maureen and Aunt Gwen cut my hair at age 11 when it was down to my waist and how I felt when I looked in the mirror. It was just terrible but they thought it looked cute. Whatever! Thankfully, hair grows.
It's really fun to see your blog and learn more about what you are doing. I am certain your parents were watching over and also lots of angels! Congratulations!
You know Kathy, that lady who cut my hair reminded me of Aunt Maureen! Sans the trembling, anyway.
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