What a Day/Month

So I've officially been on the road for 1 month today working the Hurricane restoration efforts from Gustav and Ike in Louisiana and Texas. Like I wrote in my previous thread about this, I've been working 7 days a week, 16 hours a day, so needless to say, I'm drained.

Anyway, my crews and I left Texas this morning and started our long travel back to Philly (~1800 miles). About 400 miles into the trip, my company pick-up truck started acting very erratically........ And as of now, I'm sitting in a hotel room, stranded in Southern Mississippi, with my truck in a Ford dealership (I drive an F-150). The fuel filter and fuel pump is failing, and I can't accelerate past like 40 MPH right now, and it will only continually get worse as I keep driving on it. So the part is arriving tomorrow morning and I should be ready to get on the road again around 10:30AM they're estimating.

It just pisses me off, because I was so excited to be getting on the road, getting home, and seeing my fiance and puppy after a month hiatus... I'm probably just going to drive for 20+ straight hours tomorrow and get home ASAP. Hopefully they don't find anything else wrong with my truck and I can get on the road.

Oh, and to top it off, they didn't have any cars/trucks for me to drive around for the night, so I've been walking everywhere - About 0.5 miles to book a hotel with all my luggage and the laptop computer I'm typing on right now. On the way, I stopped at a gas station that had a Papa John's attached to it, picked up a medium pepperoni pizza and a 12 pack of Miller Chill (never had it before, and it's decent), and I'm just sitting in my room, getting my fat on, watching ESPN...

Good stuff! What a fucking trip...