Challenging Experience? TiTQ II

Modesto California Death Unforetold

Challenging Experience? TiTQ II

How does one measure experience? 

It is not like sugar weighted out.  

I know the standard it’s education, but I no longer believe that. 

How do we challenge experience? First, here is what the word means. 

Ex·pe·ri·ence

/ˌikˈspirēəns/

noun

  1. practical contact with and observation of facts or events.
  2. “he had already learned his lesson by painful experience.”

verb

  1. encounter or undergo (an event or occurrence).
  2. “the company is experiencing difficulties.”

Here are more detailed definitions.

Experience

[ ik-speer-ee-uhns ]

See synonyms for: experience / experienced / experiences / experiencing on Thesaurus.com

🍎 Elementary Level

noun

A particular instance of personally encountering or undergoing something: 

My encounter with the bear in the woods was a frightening experience.

The process or fact of personally observing, encountering, or undergoing something: 

business experience.

The observing, encountering, or undergoing of things generally as they occur over time:

to learn from experience; 

the range of human experience.

Knowledge or practical wisdom gained from what one has observed, encountered, or undergone: 

a man of experience.

Verb (used with object), ex·pe·ri·enced, ex·pe·ri·enc·ing,

to have experience of; 

meet with; undergo; feel: to experience nausea.

To learn by experience.

In my first post, I shared things I have done throughout my life. Now, I’ll be more specific with a couple of experiences gained in a matter of moments. 

I worked for Modesto Sand and Gravel, thanks to a dear friend. I had about seventeen drivers wondering how I was able to load in such insane condition. (their words)

It was summer and hot, with a parking lot full of trucks.

Sunrise Gravel bottom dumps. My job was to operate a loader, scoop gravel, and load properly, fast with only a few months of experience. Walk into an office to run the scale and get the drivers gone. I think at the time. I was only six to eight weeks working, so my experience became my common sense. 

I learned to measure the scoops going into both trailers a semi pulled. If you know truck drivers, they are “finicky” about their entire truck.

One dent or scratch, and my ass went! If that’s not stressful enough, wait till you hear what happened next.

As I recall, it took me 2 1/2 scoops for each trailer. I had to make sure the weight stayed under the limit also. If I made a mistake, to unload and level would have added a delayed time. (experience 6-8 weeks)  

It was close to lunchtime, and the other guys pulled a fast one. There was a little bit of jealousy because I got cursed a lot. It was Matha**** this, and cock su*****, sone of a b**** and the usual dumb f****. I respect the man because he respected me back. I learned to love this man, and I still speak of him. There was no sugar coating, no prebuild filters. It was as raw as they come.

I know a few folks who would cry if treated like this. Without a clue or understanding of who the man was. 

The next I say with all due respect to everyone who loves him. This son of a ***** became a good friend and showed me a lot. He is old school and from a “real” generation. I am not discrediting anyone else, but there is a difference. There is respect and a passion for the one-legged bandit. LOL (Love you, Sir) 

That hot summer day, I was stressed, and the line of trucks kept growing. I looked at my watch, and it was 11:40, and lunch was at noon. Hey, if I were a different type of man, I would laugh and do the same. 

I am not; I am the opposite. I will skip lunch to help anyone I can. 

There was this loud Dodge diesel red in color and tan toolbox. (primer) The driver wondered why we had a long line of trucks. I guess he thought they were not moving fast enough. When he arrived, he cursed me out and pulled out the big loader. Tires alone were over 10 feet high, and the cab had its “own” latter. I think the loader I operated felt more shot than the tires on that monster. We probably had 75 to 100 feet wide workspace and a max of 75 feet in depth. He got there about 12:15, and I asked him to tear down the mountain of gravel. It was a solid wall, and the loader lost traction on wheels trying to scoop more. All I remember is looking at the clock and a line of yellow trucks. A bunch of drivers laughed while the circus went to work. The roar of a V16 Detroit and the blow of dual fans was the background song. By the time we finished, the count was 17 “dual trailers” with bottom dumps. All loaded close to the max between 77,000 – 79,500 pounds. (Max legal is 80,000) The time was 1:25 pm. 

When my boss got off his monster, he was laughing while asking me if I was scared? I said no, I was concerned for the drivers and their timetable for work. He looked at me and smiled, and said F*****. My understanding was you did a hell of a job. 

Experience means nothing without the courage to do things right. Experience is a level of expectancy lacking a will to apply. To answer the question, yes! I was scared. Have you ever stood next to a monster truck tire? Add a one-legged veteran driver crazy and accurate as f***! He knew going in that he would push my abilities. My “true” fear was not to let this gentleman down.  

My second and recent developed experience has become my most rewarding because it brought me a lesson I learned painfully. The steps learned to help a man in prison that I’ve never met became the steps that tore my heart into unknown parts. 

I have labeled my Rx Steps The Beginning of my NoIQ Road.