Worst WEEK as a Messenger by Cassandra

Worst day as a Messenger

No- Worst WEEK as a Messenger

I had just started a new job in New York. Not only was I intimidated because it’s a good company and I was damn lucky to have the job, I was also working with some couriers that I really respect, and I was anxious about pulling my weight.

I had already worked in New York for a few months, so I had gotten the basic jist of the city so the first two weeks didn’t go so bad. My boyfriend and I built a new work bike with a freewheel so that I could be faster and more safe on the road. I was really excited -things were going great. Until week number six.

Something bad -something fucking terrible- happened.

TUESDAY

“Cass pick it up.” Ricky’s voice was patchy over the radio.
“Go ahead.”
“Where are you? When I call you, you’re supposed to respond with your location right away.”
“Sorry I’m at 1501 Broadway.”
“Holding two?”
FUCK.
“No, actually I missed the 729 pickup, but I’m headed there right now.”
(seriously this is like a four block difference)
“You MISSED it?” His voice was strained.
“Yeah I’m sorry I just didn’t see it.”
“Ugh. Just forget it. Forget the Frankel pick up and just call me done.”
“…10-4” Shit.

shit
shit
shit.
fuck.

“Cass”
“I’m at MTI. Can you give me ten minutes at DVS?”
“For what?”
“I had to wait for the freight elevator?”
“Really? FIFTEEN minutes? For the ELEVATOR?”
“…Uh yeah.”
“Um… Alright…”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Later I walked into the office, and grabbed some manifest sheets off the desk.
“Whoa, how many manifests do you have there?” Ricky looked I had just pulled my pants down and shit on the desk.
“Uh, I don’t know, a few…”
“Cass, that’s like a month’s worth of work for you, put some of those back.”
These manifests only have room for 14 jobs by the way.
I walked out with two.
“By the way, can you oversize that bag from Broad going to 1211 6th?”
Without bother to look up Jon responds first: “NO.”
I am now freaking out.

WED

“Cass pick it up”
“Four Times Square”
“Do you remember a Brod job from the 21st? It was coming from 1775 Broadway. It was a check.”
“Of last month?”
“yes”
“Not really that was like my second week.”
“You can’t remember anything?”
“No… uh not really.”
“Well because it was a three thousand dollar check, they can’t find it, and no one works there by the name you have on your manifest.”

This is not happening. Please Kill Me.

“Um, I mean I always have someone sign. Unless I wrote Megan’s name since she’s always the one there.”
“Would you mind stopping by the office so we can sort this out?”

Thud thud. Thud thud. I am twenty four and about to have a fucking heart attack.

I walk into the office where there is a pow wow centered around my manifest.
“Is this your hand writing?”
I have seen enough CSIs to know when your being interrogated because they already know you’re guilty; they just want the satisfaction of being right of making you feel HORRIBLE for the bad thing you did.
I didn’t want to look at it. I wanted to give them my radio and go home.
“…Um I don’t think so…”
“THIS ISN’T YOUR HANDWRITING?”
“I usually write in all caps. I don’t even know what that says.” I’m panicking oh my god motherfucking christ fuck shit damnit. “Wait- that says Reigna I think. I think I remember Megan wasn’t there and I handed it to her.”
“REYNA?” He looks at the other dispatchers, “She spelled it wrong. You were lying it’s your handwriting. Who spells REYNA, REIGNA?”

Actually I went to school with someone who spelled it like that, but I guess I don’t get to tell you that. He wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Go deliver that. I’ll call you when I hear back.”
Brett chimed in that perhaps they could just reissue the check.
“It’s BROD though. I don’t want to explain this fuck up to them. ANY OTHER CLIENT…”

Oh god. I am going to get fired. I should just quit. I’ll move back to Portland. Shit FUCK. This is horrible.

Two hours later I got doored.

THURSDAY

I called in twenty minutes early.

“Did you find out anything about the Brod job?”
“No.” Ricky’s voice was unsympathetic
“Well I guess I’ll hear from you.”
Silence.

Guess I’m standing by.

I didn’t see the Alison Brod Office at all that day.

This is the part I like to call the icing on the cake, but not yet the cherry.

I picked up four jobs from one office with a nice little route going downtown. Determined not to fuck anything up I had woken up early, had a few cups of coffee and was keeping up a nice pace. Today I start over.

Going up the elevator into 75 Tenth avenue, I found myself short a job. OH NO. NO nonononononononononononononononoonooooooooooo. This is not hap-Fuuuuuuuuuuuck. This is sooo fucking ROOKIE. Jesus. ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod. It has to be in here. I dump the entire contents of my bad onto the elevator floor. Nothing. I’ve never lost a job ever. EVER. I even asked Luke once how it was possible to LOOSE a job. If there is a god he would cut the elevator cables right now and I would plummet to my death. If there is a God there is an easy way out of this. Unfortunately the elevator seemed to be in great condition.

I’m now crying at this point.

“Yo.” It’s so fucking obvious I’m the girl, I’m fucking crying.
“Holding one on 10th?”
“ugggh… I don’t know how this happened, I mean I’ve never EVER done this before, but I don’t have this package…”
There is an unconfortable silence that lasts about ten seconds longer than I can bare.
“Did it fall out of your bag?”
“No way no way. It has to be stuck to one of the other packages. I can drop this last one and retrace my steps.”
“Ok, just call me.”
THANK god that was Jon and not Ricky.

Seth holds back from telling me to just hand my radio in right then and there.

I retrace all my steps. Nothing. No one has seen this package.
Sometimes that chirp is soooo scary:
“Cass…”
“Hey I just traced all my steps I’m going back to OGroup to see if maybe i just left it there.”
“Copy.”

And you wouldn’t fucking believe it, but I had just LEFT the envelope on the desk. Picked up three, left one. I’m such a fucking idiot. So rookie. Rookie Rookie Rookie.
“Hey I got it, I’ll rush it down there right now.”
“Copy. Hurry up, it’s due in like ten minutes”

I never hear back about the Brod job.

FRIDAY.

It’s been resolved they’re just reissuing the check. Awsome. Starting over. New Day. Head in the game. No fuck ups. I’m good at this, gotta stop psyching myself out.

Around four O’clock I unlock my bike from 1290 6th and walk across the street to 1285 to stand by.

Twenty minutes later I go to lock my bike up at my next pick up.
NO key.
No fucking keys?!!?!?!?

Bawling. I am now just bawling. I go over my steps ask security about keys turned in. Nothing. I managed to loose in keys in ONE BLOCK. And of course I don’t have a spare. THAT WAS MY SPARE. Yeti’s piece of shit ferret hid my other key.

After the week I’ve had I decide to try to just finish up the job on me and call it quits for the week. But then, it gets busy. Of course it does because the entire universe is against me. I dont’ tell my dispatchers because, I mean.. would YOU tell your dispatchers after a week like that? I’m sticking my ulock between my spokes and HOPING no one steals my bike. And guess what? I finished my whole day that way. This is the one day nothing bad will happen.

Since I’m the new guy it was friday and I had to go buy the Rum for the mojitos everyone was already wasted from. Not a big deal, I stopped by the liquor store, kept the bike close at hand and headed to the office.
“YO WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? WE NEED MORE MINT.”
There is really only once place to get fresh mint and that’s at whole foods. Also our office is right next to whole foods; I’ll just take my bike downstairs then walk back to the store.
“YO WHAT THE FUCK IS TAKING YOU SO LONG?”

Jesus I can’t walk in there without the mint now. I’ll just fake lock the bike for the two minutes I’ll be in there. I threw my lock in the spokes and grabbed the mint. Five minutes later my bike is gone.

Stolen one block from my office at the very end of day. My brand new bike I just built with Seth, is now in the hands of some scumfuck and I am out three hundred dollars.

I walked back to the office, threw the mint and rum on the table, and went outside to smoke a cigarette.

That was my worst week as a messenger.

Bike Thief Killers

Worst Day as a Messenger Comic

Evil Driver!

    I was flying up Geary St. headed for the Veterans Hospital out at like 43rd Ave. & Clement. The package is late of course. The dispatchers blood sugar was out of control & she was laying down mad stress as usual.
  Somewhere around 8th or 9th ave. this car was going the same speed as me & real close as we went through the light. At the end of the intersection there was a parked car & I didn’t have room to fit in between, So I had to slam the breaks & I almost skidded into it.
  I started going again got my speed up & passed that car as it got stopped at a light. At the next intersection the same scenario happened, only this time I looked over & saw the passenger pointing & laughing at me & then pointing at the parked car, as I had to hit my breaks again.
  At this point I got real pissed. Of course I caught up to them at the next red light. I pulled out my U-lock & started slamming it down on the hood.  I was using a NY Kripto at the time & those things weigh like eight pounds, So I was making some huge dents. The driver started to get out & I said, “Yeah, let’s go, you Jerk.” He got back in real quick. I took one more good swing. After that I looked over my shoulder & up, to see a schoolbus full of kids & they were all looking at me with their mouths fully open.
  I got the hell out of there & Hit the sidewalks & took the back way to the Hospital.

Messenger for the U.S. Forrest service

   
  I worked at supply in the fire camp for the Tiller Complex Fire of 2001. I was in a crew of locals, some of whom i new. We worked 15+ hours a day 7 days a week.  most people went a little crazy after a few days of that. we got no overtime pay though.
     on my 2nd day The supply boss showed me how to organize these shipments that would come in from town 4 or 5 times a day. these would be ordered from the various departments through out camp. they would be bought from near by cities & brought to us for distribution. Then she took me to all the different offices around camp. She hated this job & only did it because the union crew we were replacing refused to do it.
      when the shipments arrived i would go through the paper work, figure out who ordered them stick them into different bags & deliver them on a forrest service owned mountain bike. After a couple of days of this, I got a raise & got to share the new office with the new supply boss, who was really cool, they also gave me a truck to drive so I could deliver stuff that was too big for the bike & make deliveries to the helicopter base a few miles away.
     Every body at camp loved me & said how great it was to be getting there orders so fast & told me that before I started they often times didn’t get there orders at all & would go to supply to see it out for anybody to get. I would tell them that I used to be a courier in S.F. & that the job was perfect for me.
     Well the fire got upgraded to a level 1, So they brought in a level 1 overhead  crew to run the camp & the fire. Everything changed for the worst really quickly after that. We had these 2 overhead jerks at supply all the time, they didn’t know anything & made it unsafe & they were totally rude & snotty.
     One day a fire crew boss ordered a fire gun to start back burns. It came in a couple of nights later, with all this ammo & tons of flares. The next morning he showed up & I went into the office to get it, I brought it out & this new sub-boss started filling out the paperwork for it, since I was busy. As the crew boss was walking away with the gun, I looked down at the paperwork & noticed his name & Crew number weren’t written down, So I called him back & got his info. The new guy said “good thing you caught my mess up, or there wouldn’t have been any record of him getting that, huh?”
     I replied ” Yeah, & I’m the last one who signed for it.”
     Later while I was in my office sorting deliveries one of the jerk overhead guys, I think his name was Clide,  came in & asked me where that gun went. I told him that it went to the guy who ordered it & asked him if he wanted to see the paper work. He told me no & walked out.

     That evening my buddy & I went to dinner & he told me how fed up he was with the place & that he started smoking pot in camp & that he got the pot off a fire crew who found a grow op while fighting fires. I told him he was crazy, with the Feds all over & That it was considered federal land that we were on. He told me he didn’t care.
     After dinner we were headed back to work & saw Clide talking to 2 feds & as we walked by they turned toward us & said that they wanted to ask us some questions. Then one of them smelled pot on my friend & placed him under arrest. Then they made me throw away my ice cream & took us away.
     They split us up & started playin’ good cop, bad cop. The good cop asked if he could search my bag. I asked if he had a warrant & he got mad. I told him if he told me what he was looking for I could tell him if I had it or not. He wouldn’t tell me. I asked if I could smoke a cigarette. He said “No.” He still wanted to look in my bag & I didn’t have anything , so I let him. 
     Later, they took me inside the security yurt,  read me my rights & told me i was fired. They took me back out side & sat me down. Then good cop lit up a cigarette. I said “First you wont let me smoke, then You arrest me & wont tell me why, & now your going to smoke in front of me.” He was still playing good, So he gave me one of his & lit it.
     After the smoke, they took me back inside & bad cop said “OK, tell us where the gun is.”
     I totally bust out laughing & said back to him ” This is all about that flare gun, I’ll tell you about the flare gun.” I told them how I saved my self by getting that guys signature when the sub-boss messed up, & told them to go ask him.
     He vouched for me & they un-arrested me & gave me back my job. Good cop was so pissed at Clide. He went over & yelled at him for 15 minuets. He came back & told me what a jerk Clide was & said he was going to write a report on him that would be in his permanent records.
     I was made to take 2 days off & when I returned they had moved my whole crew to the food trucks. My new job was handing out brown bag lunches, ice, & snacks during the day & at night they made me be clicker. I would sit next to this huge bag of gross smelling gray water clicking for every person who got a dinner. The first night the boss stood behind me with his own clicker for half an hour to see if I could do it right. There were over 2000 people in this camp. It was maddening. on my second night someone was spraying water on the other side of the giant roach coach which made gray water shoot up & get all over me. I freaked out & kicked over a couple of stacks of milk crates.              I quit After that night. I did make almost $4000 in three weeks though.

The Gun Incident

    I was coming down Folsom & right before 5th this BMer came screaming down splitting lanes, It almost hit me & caused a moped driver off the road & onto the sidewalk, all to get to a red light faster. I asked the moped guy if he was alright, He was visibly shaken, but said that he was OK. I rode up to the crazy driver & asked him if he knew that he almost hit me & ran the guy on the moped off the road. The coked out crazy driver then reached into his glove box & started to pull out a gun. The light turned green & I started to get the hell out of there. He started to go too. I looked over my left shoulder & saw my savior, shaped as a fully loaded tractor trailer that was hitting the green at full speed. I got over in front of him just in time, The coke head tried to follow, but didn’t look until that lovely sounding air horn blew right behind him. He swerved out of the way & I took the next left, the wrong way down 4th.

My Favorite Accident!

    I Had a 15 minuet rush that was about 10 minuets late already.  I was going about as fast as I could.  A BMW passed me on the left on a 4 lane 2 way busy road,  & stopped to double park.  I didn’t have time with the distance & my speed to go around on its’ left, So I took my line in between the parked car & it.  The back passenger door opened right in front of me & my bike & I  flew up & over.
    I heard a woman screaming from the sidewalk as we(my bike & I) smashed into the back of a parked car & bounced onto the hood of the car behind it & finally slid into the gutter where my head landed softly on the sidewalk. I was still pretty much on my bike, well in the same position, hell my left foot was still clipped into my pedal.               
    I slowly got up & started moving around to see if anything was broken. I got on the radio to my dispatcher & told him I just got in an accident & if they were looking for there package it would be a while. That is when it got really crazy… Well, first you need to know I’m pretty sure I had a mild concussion. Then all at once:
    The Driver of the car was on her cell & asked, “Do you need an Ambulance?”
    The woman who screamed said, “You really shouldn’t be up, You need to wait for an Ambulance!”
    This other random pedestrian guy said, ” Wow, you messengers are so tough, that was amazing look at you your totally fine after that & look at that, your bike is as tough as you are!”
    And my dispatcher asked, ” Are you alright? What happened?”
    I told the driver, “No, I think I’m OK.” Then I told the other woman, “I’m alright, I don’t need an Ambulance.”
    She said, “Well you should at least have them come and make sure,” & walked away.
    I then told my dispatcher, ” I’m kind of busy right now, I’m OK & will talk to you in a while.”
    Then while I was checking out to see how my bike was Sir Talks A Lot started in, “Hey, were you in the bike messenger world championships that happened last year, I saw some of that and it was blah, blah, blah,blah…”          I was totally flabbergasted by this guy. I told him,” Look Mister, I can’t talk to you right now. I’m kind of in the middle of something here & still have to deliver this package.”
    My bike checked out fine, my head & neck hurt a bit, But I wasn’t to worried about it, So I walked up to the driver to tell her that I thought I was OK, but I would like her phone number in case something came up. She was on her cell phone, with I am assuming her Lawyer, Because she looked over at me & just about yells, ” Don’t you know it’s illegal to pass cars on the right side.”
     Well, of course my first reaction was to grab my U-lock & start pounding away on her fancy car, But the little girl, Who doored me had just come back & she looked really sad & scared, & her twin sister who was in the back seat also looked pretty sad too. So I just turned & walked away, thinking that I should get her damn license plate, ’cause I was sure I was going to be hurtin’ the next couple of days & I could have had some serious problems, But I didn’t want to look back & see that horrible woman sitting behind the wheel of that shiny black car.
    I walked to my drop & when I got there I said, “Umm, I’m sorry this is late. I just got hit by a car & your package might be broken. You might want to open it before I go. Oh Wait, don’t touch it, that’s my blood! Do you have a napkin?” I wiped it off as best I could & they let me use there bathroom to clean up. Then I walked to the bar. Even if I had a concussion, I definitely needed the drink.

the day i quit my job at espresso delivery systems!

I was shooting around the horn in the right lane when this jerk cut into me from the left. I knocked on his window to let him know I was there, & he flipped out & tried to murder me with his car. When that didn’t work he got ahead of me, & stopped his car & got out to fight me. .
I hate it when people try to kill me with there cars, so I was real pissed. I jumped off my bike, grabbed my U-lock, & my pepper spray, & walked up to him. When he realized I was just going to pepper spray him & beat the crap out of him with a U-lock, He turned & fled.
I pepper sprayed the back of his head for good measure, hopped on my bike, called Sparx & told him I needed to talk to him about something. Later I quit. He asked if I was just being rash, But really I needed to stop getting pissed all the time at these jerks. I moved to the woods for some years & got the quiet that I so dearly needed & deserved.