At work tonight it was pretty slow, like look busy for nine hours because your work was done early kind of slow. So the day shift had given us a list of trucks they needed picked up.
Note: there is no one that has a whole picture of what is happening here. We all get pieces of it. No one here for instance knows where any given vehicle is, they only have an idea where it might be. There is no one keeping track of this stuff as far as I can tell.
So we took six people plus one to drive the van. You have to have one driver and one guy who walks the truck out to make sure you don’t run anyone over or run into anything.
The process for getting trucks is to drive row by row and look at the hand written numbers on the doors of the trucks. The problem with that is, in the middle of the night you can’t see anything. So you use a flashlight and drive really slowly but they park the trucks super close together and everybody piles out and starts walking the rows trying to remember the numbers to the three trucks you’re looking for.
An hour and a half later we found two of the three and I drove mine back to the shop with my ground guy John. Oh yeah, you also have to wear reflective belts and hard hats. Everyone is required to wear reflective belts from dusk to dawn because there are no street lights and no sidewalks, a soldier was killed a couple of months ago walking down the road. The CID hasn’t found who did it either, these trucks are so massive whoever did it probably didn’t know they hit anyone and just kept on driving.
That was our night getting trucks and looking busy.
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