TD117: Hell Week… And-A-Half
We all have bad weeks at work. I call them hell weeks. I’ve written about two of them before in TD26: Hell Week and TD71: Hell Week 2: The Sequel. The difference between a hell week for the average Joe blow and a trucker is that when a non-trucker has a bad week, they usually have other people around to lighten the mood. Friends will rib you about being a sourpuss, children will do something silly make you smile, and any spouse worth their salt will listen to you vent and provide an appropriate amount of sympathy, even if they do think you’re being a drama queen. But as an over-the-road trucker, you’re out here on the road all alone. Your dispatcher certainly doesn’t want to hear you moaning about your crappy week. Sure, you can always call your spouse, but it’s not quite the same as getting a shot of understanding and a big hug from them in person. And I hate to break it to you, but the whole time you are telling your ride-along dog about your bad week, while he may looked interested, but he’s really only hoping that you are about to present him with a bowling ball-sized wad of bacon. Speaking of bacon, my most recent hell week started with a pig. Well, actually it started a bit before that, but I just couldn’t pass up that segue opportunity.