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Sep. 16th, 2004 04:27 pmToday AY DRAIVE BEEG TRUK again. They handed me the orders this morning around 9 AM: get in the truck and take the MRE's to a Baptist church I'd never seen and to which I had very little in the way of actual directions. I got there okay after a few phone calls back to HQ; there was a bit of fuss over where to put them, but eventually they got to the right place. I spent a lot of time today helping unload an 18-wheeler trailer full of cambros (plastic food/drink containers that fit together rather like Legos when stacked right) at the First Baptist Church in Orange City. The Southern Baptist Convention has been a bunch of wonderful people in all this, really; they've been doing mass cooking and food prep, and we've been doing distribution. Southern Baptists usually seem to make the news because someone's got his head in the wrong place, but you guys really ought to know that a) that's not as common as the news would have you believe, and b) these Southern Baptists, at least, have their hearts in the right place. The American Red Cross wouldn't be able to do NEARLY as much disaster relief work without the Southern Baptists to produce all that food.
Anyway, I helped them unload, and I helped unpack a Red Cross thirty-foot truck, and I helped unpack a thousand MRE's from my truck and load them onto another truck. I drove with no co-pilot and only a scrap of parabolic mirror on my left-hand side- the flat mirror had broken before I was assigned the truck, and you don't know from hair-raising until you've tried to change lanes in a 23-foot box truck with no ability to see to either side unless you duck down to below dashboard level and look sideways. I made it through okay, both ways, and I told Logistics to fix the mirror, and now I'm back at HQ waiting to see what they need from me next. I'll do whatever they need me to do, even if I have to go to Pensacola to do it.
But for now I gotta go scratch. SOMETHING has been biting my feet and ankles- it has to be happening in my hotel room, because I've been wearing boots, and socks that extend above the boots. I'm hoping it's mosquitoes.
Anyway, I helped them unload, and I helped unpack a Red Cross thirty-foot truck, and I helped unpack a thousand MRE's from my truck and load them onto another truck. I drove with no co-pilot and only a scrap of parabolic mirror on my left-hand side- the flat mirror had broken before I was assigned the truck, and you don't know from hair-raising until you've tried to change lanes in a 23-foot box truck with no ability to see to either side unless you duck down to below dashboard level and look sideways. I made it through okay, both ways, and I told Logistics to fix the mirror, and now I'm back at HQ waiting to see what they need from me next. I'll do whatever they need me to do, even if I have to go to Pensacola to do it.
But for now I gotta go scratch. SOMETHING has been biting my feet and ankles- it has to be happening in my hotel room, because I've been wearing boots, and socks that extend above the boots. I'm hoping it's mosquitoes.
