I was out of the truck one morning, taking pictures of the moon that was still up. A driver began to back in right next to us. I kept thinking that he must have seen me, or at least heard me. I am well aware of what you can and cannot see in your mirrors. I am also aware that his window was down, and he stuck his head out to watch his tail on occasion. When he finally stopped halfway into the spot, I thought he was letting me get back into the truck. I began to move towards that direction when he started moving again. I was pushed up against the cat walk, and the back corner of his cab was up against me. I made sure that I didn't freak out, because I needed to be heard and understood. I began screaming at him to stop so I could get out. I hate to say this, but my husband was on the other side of the catwalk ignoring me. He kept telling me to shut up, he was talking to the receiver. I kept telling him that the driver was going to kill me, and he had to stop him. Obviously, I don't like remembering that day. Had it not been for the fact that I was backwards, I could have gotten up the steps. I assume your steps to the catwalk start about knee level as well.
It turns out, the driver had been watching television while he backed up. He was also in the wrong area. You wanted shipping at the other end of the building.
congratulations and way to go Jace. Was she a first timer?
