When I was a new driver just after making seniority I had somewhere I had to be fairly early one day and was given a split route, all residential, spread out everywhere and it was heavy. I asked my on-car if I burned it up if I could get out early and he agreed.
I busted my butt all day and like the good new 30 day runner gunner I was and worked through my lunch. I got the 165ish stops off (semi-rural areas on 8 different bid drivers' areas in 4 different towns) and finished at 5:45pm. Just before scanning my last package before starting the half hour drive back to the center the light on my diad came on telling me to go pick up someone's pickup pieces in another town.
I texted my on-car and was like wtf? He wrote back with a
ish tone telling me to just do it and that I was only grabbing pickup pieces. I was livid. When I got to the driver (a cover driver with about 3 years in at that point and a real jackazz) he told me that I was taking 20 stops. I lost my
. I called the on-car and was like wtf?? You lied. He told me he was instructing me to do it and hung up. The driver who I was meeting (now after 6pm) gave me the 20 stops (leaving him with 10 stops) and his pickup pieces then told me he was GOING TO LUNCH.
That was the day I stopped being a runner gunner and learned not to trust management.