There was one route in the branch that just EVERYBODY envied, coveted and would give their eye teeth to have…the commercial route. First off the truck was the coolest set up in our little fleet. Truck bed length fiberglass tool box with all the latest gadgets of the trade tucked away inside.
(no ladder though, hmmmm) They did bird control, prisons, hospitals, factories and all the cool jobs. Plus, he always seemed to get done around noon or 1 but made more money or so was the rumor so hey, what’s not to like?!! On top of all this, the commercial tech didn’t have to make any scheduling calls. That in itself was worth $1000 dollars!
Well, it just so happened that this diamond of a route was becoming available and of course, every tech put in his request. Now I was the lowest or next to lowest man on the totem pole so I didn’t even bother- actually I didn’t even have to. Much to my new branch managers chagrin, I was called in his office and our corporate commercial director was sitting there along with Mr. Cobb. The route was mine if I wanted to take it. My branch boss tried gingerly to talk me out of it telling me I was still only half done with my new routes repair and that he planned for me to do that same thing with every other route as well… oh my… great incentive there! He of course planned on compensating me for my efforts but that was the first I ever heard of it. It was a weak attempt because both of the higher ups were steadfast and made the special trip to our branch just to make this happen. They all agreed (except my mgr.) that I was perfect for the job. That friday, after one week of training from the out going tech, I handed the keys to my old ride to a new tech and I drove home in my new chariot of fiberglass.