posted Thu, 22 Mar 2007
If Northwest ran the way Caldwell Trucking does (that’s C-A-L-D-W-E-L-L if you want to write it down), you would be told that the plane would leave North Carolina for Memphis on Friday. You would get a ticket and put your butt (or the couch your client is chewing your butt out over three times to Sunday because it was supposed to be here a month ago) on the plane.
But the plane wouldn’t leave! No, Northwest would just put you in a big warehouse in a stack along with other people going to Memphis and tell everyone who called on Monday that they were going to leave “Monday night for sure because we run to Memphis two-three times a week.”
Then they would sit back and wait for more passengers to Memphis, but unless they had a full planeload of passengers, you would just be sitting there twiddling your thumbs, wishing they would let you switch to the Hot Springs plane because really, that’s where you want to end up, anyhow, but you dare not switch because who knows when that plane will be full and besides, they won’t let you off the plane at Hot Springs unless there is a place to receive you. So you sit waiting for more Memphis passengers to show up and wish there were something to eat. And a toilet.
The working life: The rat race
2 days ago