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It just might have been sand
It might just have been sand
It might have just been sand
It might have been just sand
Virus got me. I don't think I was sick a day in the whole year I was out over the road, not during my last two months not working waiting on coke, then I get a virus that makes me call out day two of my new job at coke. I understand this isn't a great sort of first impression to make at your new job. Went to work yesteday morning but I didn't do open mike night. My guitar playing isn't quite strong enough to stand on its own without at least my usual umimpressive 1.5 octave vocal range.
Coke isn't too bad, except for hauling things upstairs on a hand truck. Doesn't entirely agree with my back but then I've been doing nothing for two months. The job isn't too hard with two guys doing a route, a train er and ee doing the work of a single man, but I'm a little worried about keeping up when they have me go solo. My brother works there. He just started being a solo driver after working there a long time doing merchandising
and then getting trained on driving the trucks.
It's a little disconcerting how small a space you can get into with a 35 foot trailer and a single axle day cab truck when you're used to the monsters I've been driving around this past year, that are a good 20 feet longer.
One thing that worries me is that sometimes apparently they'll put a day's work on a 45 foot trailer, my trainer called that a nightmare to manage, and he's won at least one truck rodeo that he mentioned. Truck drivers' needs are too often ignored by all kinds of people, who plow up heaps of snow or park vehicles or come up with other ways to obstruct drivers from doing their jobs. We have a problem in that we all have the same skill set and we can be replaced in a heartbeat if we don't like what's going on in a given position, so noone finds it necessary to make any accomodations for us.
Well, my antisocial evening turned into a social one after all when a friend of mine up in canada noticed I was online and we had a nice instant message conversation, or whatever the correct term is for doing that on google.
It just might have been sand
It might just have been sand
It might have just been sand
It might have been just sand
Virus got me. I don't think I was sick a day in the whole year I was out over the road, not during my last two months not working waiting on coke, then I get a virus that makes me call out day two of my new job at coke. I understand this isn't a great sort of first impression to make at your new job. Went to work yesteday morning but I didn't do open mike night. My guitar playing isn't quite strong enough to stand on its own without at least my usual umimpressive 1.5 octave vocal range.
Coke isn't too bad, except for hauling things upstairs on a hand truck. Doesn't entirely agree with my back but then I've been doing nothing for two months. The job isn't too hard with two guys doing a route, a train er and ee doing the work of a single man, but I'm a little worried about keeping up when they have me go solo. My brother works there. He just started being a solo driver after working there a long time doing merchandising
and then getting trained on driving the trucks.
It's a little disconcerting how small a space you can get into with a 35 foot trailer and a single axle day cab truck when you're used to the monsters I've been driving around this past year, that are a good 20 feet longer.
One thing that worries me is that sometimes apparently they'll put a day's work on a 45 foot trailer, my trainer called that a nightmare to manage, and he's won at least one truck rodeo that he mentioned. Truck drivers' needs are too often ignored by all kinds of people, who plow up heaps of snow or park vehicles or come up with other ways to obstruct drivers from doing their jobs. We have a problem in that we all have the same skill set and we can be replaced in a heartbeat if we don't like what's going on in a given position, so noone finds it necessary to make any accomodations for us.
Well, my antisocial evening turned into a social one after all when a friend of mine up in canada noticed I was online and we had a nice instant message conversation, or whatever the correct term is for doing that on google.
