Trainer's side of things.

Just a few points for y'all to think about while you're reading about all the nasty trainers.

Let me preface things by telling you that I no longer train anybody. Anyways, there are a few "rules" for trainees.

1. Show up prepared. I don't have time for you to "organize" yourself for 3 ior 4 hours. We have a load that needs to be delivered/picked up.

2. I am your trainer, not your mother. I do not want to hear your life story, your personal problems, your sex life and preferences in the first hour. We may be together for awhile, stuff will or will not come up in that time.

3. Don't decide to "reorganize" my truck for me or for your convenience. You are a "guest" in my "living quarters" not my "life partner".

4. You are not gonna get the majority of wheel time right off the bat. I'll ease you into it for the first couple of days because I have to be sure I can trust you with my life first. I didn't get to be this old by being stupid.

5. Pay attention when I tell you something; write it down if you like. No, I don't want to hear what the school or your great aunt Matilda told you. This is the real world of trucking. There's no "grading curve" or "averages" out here. You either can or can't cut it; that's all.

6. Control your money. I am neither a bank or a loan company. I am not required to feed, clothe or bathe you. Nor will I "lend you my phone" to call all your relatives.

7. I listen to Country, Rush and Co, and religious programs. Get used to it. Reprogram my radio and you will be walking home... period.

8. No, I will not trade sex for a good report. The offer will get you sitting on the roadside with your thumb out... if you're lucky.

9. A very few will be given my phone number for use in a tight or uncertain situation. Do not call me when you're "lonesome" or "bored". Remember that I'm hundreds of miles away.

10. Don't get impatient. I wanna get rid of you just as much as you wanna be rid of me. So buckle down and do your best and we both might live through this deal.

 

Thankyew, now it's time for ol' Kitty to get back to work..... alls the time singin'......


Ain't gonna train no more.

Ain't gonna train no more.

I'll sleep real good like an old trucker should

'Cause I ain't gonna train no more.


All together now......

 

Nope, it means just what it said. Rap Crap or "Progressive" junk in my truck means you best know how to fly. Awww, I do listen to NPR when there's nothing but local Swap Shop available. Hell, I can always sing or talk to my voices.