Confessions of a Trucker's Girl

We’re leaving soon. :)

The hurricane tried to push us back another day but we’re good now. We live in Georgia but we have to meet another guy at the drop yard and we’re driving a rental car to Pennsylvania to get Scott’s truck. After that, the other guy is driving to New Jersey to get his truck. Then it’s adventure time!

See, Scott said we’re probably leaving out tomorrow but he doesn’t know when. It doesn’t make sense to me that the company would have him sit through 8-12 hours of orientation then get in a truck and drive for 10 hours. So does that mean he’ll be leaving out shortly after he gets there at 6am? Should I be up and ready to go at five? Should I try and find where I’m going with no address in rush hour traffic? Will my gas tank have enough to get me there? Will they wait for me to get there or will I have to go three weeks without seeing him?

Also, I’m down to three cigarettes so I’m trying to savor them as much as possible.

I guess I’ll just pack and be ready to go at 5 am. That way, if he says I need to leave asap, I’ll be more prepared. But it’s going to take over an hour for me to drive to the drop yard.

Hrngh.

It looks like we’ll be leaving this weekend, at the mercy of J.B. Hunt. I’m excited yet kind of scared. I mean, what if we end up hating each other? I doubt that’ll happen, but still.

Why do all the quick and easy trucking recipes I find have ingredients that’ll make you shit your ass? It’s not like we’ll be able to stop the truck every few miles.

Maybe I will write a cookbook for truckers. Have healthy recipes and stuff that’ll keep well in a limited space refrigerator. Hmm…

He finally quit his job at the evil company. We got through six months of pay mess-ups, cheated home time, lying maintenance crews and countless anger outbursts.

Next Tuesday, he starts orientation at a company that is one of the best to work for. It has a high reputation in the field. Anyway, the good thing is: I get to go with him when he drives. I’ll be touring the country for twelve days, then two days home.

I can’t wait.

Oh man.

I looked up local trucking jobs. There are several that just want you to have a clean driving record and a CDL. There are even more that want those two things and a minimum of six months experience.

Please please please let one of those be for my Scotters.

He could be working locally and home every night sooner than we thought. God please let this work out. Please. Or even give me the strength to show him the jobs I found.

-fingers crossed-

I’m nervous.

You hate your job because you have no time to see me, your friends or have fun. You’re thinking about doing something new, and I sincerely hope that means a local job. Like, you could be home every night.

No more juggling your friend time, family time, girlfriend time, fun time, you time.

You could actually enjoy yourself, do something nice for yourself, or even just sit in your undies and eat chips.

I hate this trucking stuff. Yeah, I’m glad you’re not an OTR trucker, but still.

I’m still upset that so much of your paycheck is taken out, and they keep messing up or flat out losing your money. The company can eat a bag of dicks.

I’m asking every deity I know to let a local job open up. One that just requires six months experience. I know they’re out there, we just need to find them.

I’m so scared of what’s going to happen next.

But I still trust and love you with every last fiber of my being. You’ll always be my one and only.

Happy six months. Drive safely and know that every mile you drive is a mile closer to being in my arms.

xoxoxo