Trucking can be like a bad marriage...

Well once again, I'm about to embark on an adventure with another company...
Trucking feels like a bad marriage though...It's like the honeymoons short...

First you meet...I need you, you need me...happy happy joy joy...

The you go on honeymoon or orientation....get to stay in nice hotel and sleep well....'Oh thank you'.
But during class you start to notice things about your mate that raise flags in your mind....
And you start thinking to yourself
'Oh, I want to run away...this doesnt feel right, but I'm so far away from home...and I'm hear now...I guess I may as well stick it out'.
(you gut seldom lies to you)
The closer you get to the end of the honeymoon or orientation, the more your mate begins to slober and drull on you...

You mate, the trucking company, begins to think along these lines...
'Aha...I got you now...what are you going to do? If you quit now...I'll record it on your dac...your mine...'.

And everyday your in orientation, more and more truths about your mate comes out...things you honestly did not know about....continued on next post...

 

Your like..'Oh no, I want to escape...but where will i go? I'm poor and broke, and my new provider has me up in this dark castle...on a rocky cliff, with raging water below...'

Your new mate, the trucking company, sensing your situation, becomes more bold in their ways with you...and it goes from a loving caress to snagging jerks and pulls...

'You will do this, you will do that...or else!!!'

You feel annoyed and helpless at the same time...you want to quit, run away...but you can't...cause your mate, although they are already showing signs of abuse...has means of providing for you...but at a cost...emotionally and spiritually....

You convince yourself to soak it up...you tell yourself any and everything positive, just to ease your own anxiety...

Then as your mate sends you off to do your deed...as your walking out...they say 'wait a minute!' and proceed to tie a chain and ball around your ankle....and as you walk out...they look at you and say..

'Never forget you are mine...and if you mess up, I will destroy your future...you are mine now...your dignity no longer matters...self respect? What's that...if you work for me...you will lay down your dignity when and where I want you too...'

You look back...and walk out, with chain and ball in tow...

 

There's nothing worse than driving all day, being awake for like 18 hours....searching for a place to park...and finally settling in, and trying to claim a little part of the day for yourself....

You park, your finally relaxed, watching tv, playing guitar, eating, whatever...and then suddenly...KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

And your like 'What?'....you look out the window...and it's some 'bum', some loafer...a leach....

The loafer makes eye contact with you, and motions you to roll down your window...
But your experience tells you that there's nothing they can say or offer you that will make your life better...nothing...all they want to do is drain from you, what little resorces you have for yourself...

That includes your time, your energy and your money...

 

Such as happened to me last night...I was playing guitar, trying to conclude a long day by relaxing...I just wanted 15 minutes for myself...and couldnt even get that...

When I looked at the fellow who disturbed me, I just felt like choking them...

I thought to myself 'How dare him come knock on the truck at 1:45am or so, in the morning...how inconsiderate..(All they want to do is run a hussle on you, well why can't you run your hussle on me from 8-5, instead of at 1:45am?)

I mean how would he like it if I knocked on his apartment door at 1:45am...and then when he came to the door said 'Say, I want to talk with you for a moment'.

I just wish people who prowel truck stops, would realize trucks are our sanctuaries and homes while out here...and to be more considerate of us while we're in them...