Well- after a 6 and a half road trip the truck is at the repair shop.
*sigh*
Gods but it ...
Nevermind. I am so sick of this issue I don't even want to write about it.
At least the burnt truck will not be the first thing I see when I go to work, parked right at my office door.
It is out of my hands now.
Just got to deal a little more with the insurance, start the list for equipment lost that was inside.
Gosh, long day. Seems it is going to be just a start of many long days.
Truck is badly damaged- the moving bed. The wood panels inside, about half of it gone. The floor damaged, the roof burnt. Just... gosh, it was sad.
Dad always loved his trucks. He didn't buy cheap beds- these beds were custom made back in the days when you had to wait months for them to be made.
He always purchased new moving beds. He did repairs, he spent the money on them as he wanted them to look good. I mean- they carried his name in 5 foot letters on the sides.
Just really brought up all the past, as a kid, just... sad things. Then seeing the bed ruined. And it wasn't like the welding company did it on purpose or anything it just...
But Dad would tell me to stay calm. And that trucks don't cry. They don't feel pain. It will work out.
I just have to keep telling myself that.
I faced a lot of feelings today, memories of the past, and stress of trying to deal with the ruin truck that could be closing us down if I don't handle this.
I need a drink. Sleep, more then 4 or 5 hours total of the night that the meds for the poison Ivy has been giving me since last Friday.
I can handle so much better if I get sleep, and not wanting to rip folks head off.
So with that- bedtime, reading a book, soft music...
Hot shower before even if that will help.
Just need a break.
Nothing like it. Being told this morning right after 8:00 am that your truck that at a welding shop getting welding repairs, replacing some rusty metal... well ...
That it burnt.
As in fire department called out to put it out.
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