My whole run was cursed

So, anyway, new tractor, right? Supposed to get the booger serviced.

On Tues, there was some insane mix-up on the relay run and I ended up camping out in Blytheville. Missed my service appointment, rescheduled for the 7th.

Wed, I get the trailer and haul to Mishawaka. Doors suck at opening. Doors suck worse at closing. The bottom latch gets it, but the bar is warped and the top latch won't latch. Shit.

Thurs, the 8 a.m. pick up helps me shut my doors. Tim is a good guy, but I worry since it took both of us.

Fri, deliver in Shreveport. Radio dies. Cannot get them shut. Shit. As I back in at second dock, another driver says I may have a flat. Shit. Door comes open while driving for service. Takes 2 mechanics and an extendible ladder to get me latched down. Informed breakdown that Gary had best have TWO doors ready to replace mine or there would be hell to pay.
Bought tire gauge at $5 off sale.

Sat, drove up to Texarkana, Ride very rough. Check tires at rest area. Rear inside tandem so flat it's not even registering. Shit. Call Breakdown for second time in 2 days. Get authorized to have tire repaired at TA 30 miles away. Get fixed and on the road, and then called by Logs. Auditing is occuring. I need to re-submit half a dozen logs: less honest, more legal. Shit.

I get home and find out Dollface had a blow-out on her bike. Mudd inflated the tire to the required pressure, and it blew as she rode it. She said "It went bang like a gun!" So Mudd, Dollface and Jonner are taking it to the bike shop.

Despite all this, I'm in a pretty decent mood.