Client accounts
Accounts from the yard
They spent the first hour just watching the Sarpi-bound trucks idle in our yard. I wanted a neat chart that afternoon. They would not draw until the second shift change. The wait annoyed me. The map they left actually matched the backlog my night supervisor kept describing in the stairwell.
The queue strip for 05:40 named three trailers we had been calling ‘the usual mess.’ Once they had names and minutes, the carrier stopped pretending the window was open.
I still think the burnt wash on the dead corridor looks theatrical. The night crew, who do not care about theatre, used it. That is the only review I can give.
We asked for stream mapping after we moved the pick face. The new path looked clean on our own sketch. Their walk found the damage island still sitting in the old path, eating a forklift every afternoon.
The bonded cage on the Poti hinterland
A longer account
Nika B. runs a dry-goods warehouse behind Poti that takes bunched arrivals when the road from the port clogs. The inventory base on paper had looked respectable for months: lots entered, lots ticked, nothing obviously missing.
The monitoring assessment spent the morning on the apron and the afternoon in the bonded cage. Goods were entering. The ledger was ticking. Nothing had moved toward the dock for eleven days. The cage had become a pocket the morning call never named because nobody from dispatch walked that far.
The brief marked the cage in a burnt wash and listed the lots that the night count should stop trusting. Nika opened the cage the same week. He did not hire us to praise the rest of the building, and we did not. The receiving bays were ordinary. The wait was in a room with a lock.