on driving distractions and the HR philosophy of a global delivery company

Or why we hit things until they behave

We had a rough day at work last week.

It wasn’t the amount of work, nor good or crappy customers that caused our growling.

Instead?

It was a sound - some random noise that the truck was making.

This sound was a sort of tapping, or clicking. Metal on metal?

It’s hard to describe now. It was difficult to describe even then.

What in the name of time is that noise? It’s coming from under your seat.

Ricky was hot and growling.

Naw Ricky, it’s coming from under your seat somewhere.

Ricky shook his head.

No man. It’s you. It’s coming from around you.

Ricky started looking around in the cab of our truck as we hurtled down the road. His edge was putting me on edge too. I had to do something.

I turned my body to the middle of the truck. I closed my eyes and focused.

I’m listening with both ears Ricky. The sound is low. It’s on your side of the truck. I still think -

Ricky stopped me.

Don’t tell me it’s my fucking seat again ok. It’s coming from over by you.

Ricky continued to look around inside the cab as we …