2024-09-02 (Monday) — Trailer Back, Badly Damaged

Not well. Tired of writing that.

Sorry. πŸ˜•

My back and nerve issues are just… killing me right now. That dominates. It’s not excruciating pain. It’s just the kind of pain and sensation that is just bad enough that it’s continually nagging, often just bad enough that I can’t be distracted away from it very easily, so it’s exhausting.

I spent Saturday trying to get my dump trailer back and get paid for the rental.

Everything was pointing to me being stiffed out of the rental fees and possibly not even getting my trailer back.

I was starting to get pretty anxious about it.

Colin gave me the home address of the guy who rented it from me, thinking that maybe it would be over there, so after driving to his office again and finding no one there, I went ahead and drove to Gravette To see if it was over at his place.

In the process of trying to Get in touch with the guy over the last week, I had reports that he owed multiple other people many thousands of dollars, so my hopes of getting any money were basically zero, and getting my trailer back was my top priority.

When I arrived at his house, my trailer was indeed there, so that was at least one positive.

I knocked on the door, and his wife answered, and I let her know that I was the person they were renting the dump trailer from. She said her husband just got up from a nap, so he’d be out soon.

It felt really sketchy. I shouldn’t have gone alone, so I called my mom so that I could be on the phone with someone, so she could verify, and I could have somebody to back up what actually happened.

Anyway, the guy came out, and we chatted for a bit, and he told me that Colin had said that my price was negotiable a bit, Which I hadn’t heard, so I negotiated the price down a little bit, and he said that he would pay me that new price.

Not wanting to have any delays, And with his business checks at his office, I just said that I would follow him over to his office, and that He could get ready while I hooked up the trailer.

So we headed over to his office, and he called me while we were on the way, and chatted a bit about who I was and where I was from in my connection to Colin.

At the office, he printed out a check for me and we chatted for probably an hour. Turned out to be a really great conversation. He seemed like a good guy, so that was nice.

It was nice to have had a good conversation with him.

There’s a lot more that could be said, but… right now I’m just down in the dumps and don’t really want to be alive let alone take time to write this journal post.

For record keeping the sake, just in case I somehow managed to lose my other record keeping stuff, the settled on price after tax was $7,350.

I deposited the check immediately, but it’s a holiday weekend, so it won’t actually clear until Tuesday, assuming that there are enough funds, and assuming the check doesn’t get canceled.

I personally had a really good experience with the gentleman, so I am hopeful that it will go okay.

So that was my Saturday…

Sunday was mostly just hanging out down by the creek and in my van.

I don’t remember if I mentioned that I fed the fish a whole crap ton of twizzlers. Sunday I fed them a whole bunch of granola. I accidentally knocked over the box, and it spilled everywhere, and so I just dumped it all in the creek for the fish to eat.

I’ve certainly made friends with the fish. πŸ™ƒ

Sunday night, my hill family had a game night, and I didn’t want to go to it because I’m just… not… well. πŸ™ƒ

But I decided to go anyway. I didn’t stay for the whole thing. I played the first game, and then chatted with my nephew-in-law, who’s a doctor, for a while about my back.

I bailed after that, spending the rest of the night in my van.

Right now it’s Monday afternoon. I went to lunch with my brother-in-law Mike, and we talked about him starting a business and me helping him get it started. I told him I’m not going to actually work for the business, but I can help him get started. There’s a possibility he’ll end up using my equipment.

So we did lots of talking about that, and I made a spreadsheet everything getting started for him.

Then I went to unload the trailer, and found that the rear end had been smashed in.

I didn’t notice that before because I didn’t try and open it up. I was just so focused on getting the trailer away from there and getting it home that I didn’t think to test the different functions on the trailer to make sure everything was okay.

The Dump trailer frame and hinges are all bent, As is one of the doors.

With a heck of a lot of effort, you can get the rear doors closed, But it is bent so badly that the top of the passenger side rear door now smashes against the side of the frame of the trailer itself and can’t close. Without using significant extra effort to force the door closed. It probably stops about a foot away from being fully closed.

It’s a mess. πŸ˜•

That’s why I’m not going to rent out my equipment to people. It just gets trashed.

And to think, I was thinking, I’ll just rent the dump trailer, I mean gosh, how much can they mess up a dump trailer?

Well, apparently the answer is they can mess it up pretty significantly. By the looks of it, they backed it right into a tree, and at some pretty good speed. There’s wood wedged into the sheet metal panels, So given how deep the wood is wedged into the panel gaps, and given that the square tubed frame iron is badly bent, it has to have been at some pretty decent speed.

Anyway, Mike was pretty confident that he can fix it, but it’s just… Hard to stay positive in my desires for non-profit stuff when the majority of my experiences with people are like this.

Businesses dishonest. People care less and don’t own up to their mistakes. Crap work done.

I used to believe that most people were good people. I’m finding myself forced to re-examine that belief. I hope That most people really are good, honest people.

But I don’t know. I don’t know.

I’m depressed. Can’t get going. I’m not even angry at what happened with my trailer. Is… I don’t have the energy to be angry. It’s just one more reason to hope that I don’t have to spend much more time in this world.

It’s only 3:45. Maybe there’ll be something worth writing the rest of the day as well, but I’m going to post this now.

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