I'm one wrong turn away from being in the movie "Deliverance".
Dr_Lizardo has previously blogged about the (perceived) "romantic" side of trucking. That is, seeing America by taking the roads less traveled. While it is true that the trucker's view of the country largely consists of interstates, truck-stops, and industrial parks... there IS at least some degree of truth to the more interesting vision of the lifestyle as well. Today is one of those days, as I tour what I imagine is one of the poorest areas of our country. Rural Mississippi. I literally passed through butt-fuck Egypt today. I was gripping my directions tightly to ensure I didn't run into anyone anxious to inform me of how pretty my mouth was.
I exaggerate. There's actually a lot of the same old thing here... forests and farms. But there's pretty much no way in hell I'd ever choose to reside in the "deep south". I love Texas and Florida but I have little use for the real-estate in between I'm afraid. But it could be worse, since there's certainly no snow to deal with here and the diesel is rather cheap.
I'm getting loaded with cargo going to one of my most frequent stops... the Kohl's distribution center in Findlay, Ohio. Hometown of ObeyPabst, much to his chagrin. But work is work and as far as I'm concerned this is a piece of cake. I'm not sure where I'm headed after that. If they send me towards home there really wont be enough time to take any off before Monday. I don't really care if I get time off right now anyhow. NEXT weekend I've actually decided to attend my company's Christmas party. Got a hotel room in the area for the night already. This is supposed to be some kind of big deal because its never happened before. The scuttlebutt is that Harold Pohl is retiring and his son David Pohl is taking the helm of the company, assisted by his two siblings who also work for Dad's company. That's kind of exciting I suppose. Anyhow, even though I am giving serious consideration to jumping ship in favor of a job at Wal-Mart, I definitely like it here in the meantime... and I thought it'd be a shame to miss this rare event.
I'm not really sure how I'm feeling about SG at the moment. I feel that the reasons for telling the site to go fuck itself are valid, but at the same time it's pretty much a bargain at $4/month with the current pricing. And even though I don't care for all of the sets shown here, I like enough of them to make it feel like it's worth it. And even though I don't participate much in the community (mostly due to limited time and how I choose to spend said time), those few folks I've actually connected with are all pretty cool. I guess we'll just have to see how things go.
I actually arranged for three consecutive days off in January to coincide with the launch of the World of Warcraft expansion pack. Yeah, that's pretty fuckin' geekish of me.
And last but not least I continue to hate the new member page layout. It's annoying, shows off all the wrong things, and generally rubs me the wrong way. But I'm sure none of the powers-that-be give a fuck what I think. After all, I only represent four dollars a month.
Dr_Lizardo has previously blogged about the (perceived) "romantic" side of trucking. That is, seeing America by taking the roads less traveled. While it is true that the trucker's view of the country largely consists of interstates, truck-stops, and industrial parks... there IS at least some degree of truth to the more interesting vision of the lifestyle as well. Today is one of those days, as I tour what I imagine is one of the poorest areas of our country. Rural Mississippi. I literally passed through butt-fuck Egypt today. I was gripping my directions tightly to ensure I didn't run into anyone anxious to inform me of how pretty my mouth was.
I exaggerate. There's actually a lot of the same old thing here... forests and farms. But there's pretty much no way in hell I'd ever choose to reside in the "deep south". I love Texas and Florida but I have little use for the real-estate in between I'm afraid. But it could be worse, since there's certainly no snow to deal with here and the diesel is rather cheap.
I'm getting loaded with cargo going to one of my most frequent stops... the Kohl's distribution center in Findlay, Ohio. Hometown of ObeyPabst, much to his chagrin. But work is work and as far as I'm concerned this is a piece of cake. I'm not sure where I'm headed after that. If they send me towards home there really wont be enough time to take any off before Monday. I don't really care if I get time off right now anyhow. NEXT weekend I've actually decided to attend my company's Christmas party. Got a hotel room in the area for the night already. This is supposed to be some kind of big deal because its never happened before. The scuttlebutt is that Harold Pohl is retiring and his son David Pohl is taking the helm of the company, assisted by his two siblings who also work for Dad's company. That's kind of exciting I suppose. Anyhow, even though I am giving serious consideration to jumping ship in favor of a job at Wal-Mart, I definitely like it here in the meantime... and I thought it'd be a shame to miss this rare event.
I'm not really sure how I'm feeling about SG at the moment. I feel that the reasons for telling the site to go fuck itself are valid, but at the same time it's pretty much a bargain at $4/month with the current pricing. And even though I don't care for all of the sets shown here, I like enough of them to make it feel like it's worth it. And even though I don't participate much in the community (mostly due to limited time and how I choose to spend said time), those few folks I've actually connected with are all pretty cool. I guess we'll just have to see how things go.
I actually arranged for three consecutive days off in January to coincide with the launch of the World of Warcraft expansion pack. Yeah, that's pretty fuckin' geekish of me.
And last but not least I continue to hate the new member page layout. It's annoying, shows off all the wrong things, and generally rubs me the wrong way. But I'm sure none of the powers-that-be give a fuck what I think. After all, I only represent four dollars a month.
Actually there is a mystique in a lot of places. I might be curious to see Avalon, Mississippi, where Mississippi John Hurt was from. I am reminded of that song about the train called the City of New Orleans. I hope I don't ever get bored seeing new places.
I like both revolvers and self-loaders. A long barrelled revolver lends itself to exaggerated perspective photographs however.
Well, take care.