Trucking Stories
Epilogue
Although I had my share of adventures, there were quite a few piss-offs that went along with my first job. If you say to yourself "I want to quit" after every shift, you should. That's why I quit computers in the first place.
The final straw came when we had to make four separate pickups, only one of which was less than two hours away from the others. Because it took a while to load the freight, we tended to arrive at our next destination after it closed, and we weren't being paid for having to camp out eight hours in front of each warehouse. After we had to move a number of 50 lb transmissions from the front of the trailer to the back - so we could fit one more piece of steel onto it - I said "fuck it, I don't need this shit," and I quit.
My second job was much better: driving in the city and to a few nearby towns. The company was excellent and, unlike my first job, didn't have a problem actually paying their drivers. Eventually, however, I decided maybe computers wasn't so bad after all. Thus, I returned to the somewhat less exciting field of computer programming.
But being a trucker wasn't all bad.
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