Well, time to update again. I have a three day weekend which is nice, though I was hoping for some overtime today as were' not getting paid for monday at my job.
During the week I'm out the door at about 6:15 am and then I get back home for about an hour at 12pm before heading off to work from 2-10pm, returning home at 11. So having a day like this where I can just make myself a nice lunch and mess around on here for hours is the ultimate luxury. I live in a trailer, but it's all I really need and it's quite decadent to just be here or do whatever I feel like.
I have only one more week in the classroom before I hit the field at Netts, I stand all day at work and I'll be standing a lot more come next monday, so that will be hard. Will have to watch my footwear to ease the strain of all my daily standing. Jut rinning the gauntlet. there will be another gauntlet after that, training with whatever carrier hires me, gettting $350 a week from most carriers for 6 weeks of training, though some pay a bitr better than that. Then I'm on my own in my own truck, hopefully making some for real money.
Couple days ago I had the thought that if I were to become a porn star, I'd like my screen name to be Beaver Cleaver. I can't believe that somebody else hasn't thought of that before though.
Tuesday my CDL class went over to a truck stop to see all of the things there, the weigh scale and all the other services. The restaurants were McDonald's, Dunkin Donuts, and a southern family restaurant chain that was a step up. Was thinking that that diet will kill you, and I'll have to just plan ahead, bring with me as much food as I can, such as would be cheaper, healthier, and travellable. After that I finally went over to the RMV to get my learner's permit. You wouldn't believe the fucked up questions they come up with you to ask you on the permit tests. One of the correct answers that I didn't get was "poor trailer ventilation can cause a cargo fire". Well, I sure as hell had never heard of that happening before taking that test; there was just lots of emphasis on keeping your tires properly inflated so as to prevent tire fires. the last section of the permit test was Combination vehicles, twenty questions and you had to get 80% to pass. Nearly crapped myself when I got my fourth one wrong with seven questions left to go. At least I had thought I'd gottne four wrong but I think the test ended on the 19th question, so I must have gotten just three wrong, though I'd thought it was four.
My old girlfriend erica, years ago suggested to me that I get into truck driving, as one of her former BF's did that and was pretty happy with it. I didn't have enough control over my nerves then and was too intimidated by everything to go with a suggestion like that. When the accident happened, erica died angry and frustrated with me for how much I was dragging my feet with respect to getting my life together and into some sort of viable career. She really was pushing me too hard and expecting things of me that I couldn't do. But at least her suggestion that I drive trucks had been a good one. I'm still angry and frustrated with her, for how relentlessly and how hard she pushed me, and for not giving me credit for what I did do and what I had to deal with inside, and for dealing with her and her moods; and angry at myself for staying in that relationship, because I felt that I could do nothing else and was always running away from attempting to live a for real life. But that box of ashes in a church garden in New Jersey genuinely loved me and tried so very hard to believe in me when I refused adamantly to believe in myself of the possibility that I could do anything. IT's a terrible thing to say but after she died I felt free of all her expectaitions that I could not meet. But I also miss because she was so energetic in her engagement with life where I retreat(ed) from it. I still retreat from things, work and school take up so much of my time that I really want to just do nothing on my weekends, but I can give myself credit for taking those things on, to get somewhere that I want to go.
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I suppose the answer is mostly a matter of preferance though. I mean.. the actual meatball itself is more or less the same ingredients. It's more a matter of how it is served... what kind of sauce, most specifically... that differentiates the two. So I guess it really just depends on one's taste and mood.
I'm picky about tomato sauce. So many places have mediocre, uninteresting sauce that when you find someplace or someone that does it in superior fashion it tastes like the best thing ever. For example, there is a place in North Providence called "Pauly Pentas" which I go to once in a very rare while. Pretty much the best Italian food anywhere there.
I guess I'll have to vote Italian when it comes right down to it.
Glad to hear the classroom portion is over. Getting behind the wheel will be a welcome change I'm sure. And after all... the practical application of all that knowledge is what really matters.