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...
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.
Recipe for disaster.
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…
Long overdue update.
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...
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...
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...
Oh happy day! It looks like you’ll be home every weekend and we’ll be getting an apartment together. I still don’t like the company you’re with, but if you’re happy, I’ll support you. I’m so very happy.
So your new codriver is in training still, and won’t call you back. If this codriver doesn’t work out, you’re quitting the company and going elsewhere. I’m scared. I’m scared that you’ll be gone for long stretches of time and I won’t see you. I know you’ll have to do another training period, and that almost killed me last time. You want to be...
And now he’s in my arms. Goodnight, y’all.
I’m sitting at a truck stop in Smyrna waiting to pick up my baby! Yay!!!
When you’re gone, I keep the radio on 97.9; your favorite station. It makes me feel closer to you in a weird way. Even though we all know I lose my mind over The Beatles and I have an Abbey Road sign in my rear window, I don’t listen to them while you’re gone. The songs remind me of you or speak about missing a lover or reuniting with a lover. It’s ok though. I’ll...
Further confession: Our relationship is still in the early stages, and I want to enjoy being young and feeling invincible in love before we settle down and have a family. I want to be stupid and carefree while we still can. But with you being away, that’s a little harder. Please, please stick to our plan and only work for this company for no longer than a year. After that, apply...
Confession: I’m almost jealous of you. I mean, you get to see all these cool things across the country and I’m stuck here in Bumfuck. I see the same stuff every day. I interact with the same people. Nothing really changes. But you… You get to see the mountains, the beaches, awesome snowy places and flat deserts. I know one day we’ll go on road trips and I can see some...
I try to be supportive when it’s time for you to leave again, but I can’t always hold it back. The first week is depressing as hell, and I always break down after you’re on the road, if not before. I just want to hold you. I can’t tell you how emotional this is for me. I feel pitiful and weak, but I love you no matter what. Please come home soon. I miss you.
The only thing tougher than a trucker is a trucker’s girl.– Some random, tacky shirt on the Internet.
So here's the deal.
When I met S, he worked at Domino’s delivering pizza. Two weeks later, he quit the job to move on to better things. That turned out to be trucking school. Three weeks later, he’s signed on with a company. They promised amazing things, most notably a dedicated Monday-Friday run and he’d be home on weekends. Well, long, irritating story short, he is not sure how long...