hey folks
hope the lightning bolts missed all you guys last night.
this weekend Swift didn't have a load to get me home to mass from Philadelphia, so I've been sitting at the truck stops off exit 7 off the NJ turnpike. which wouldn't be that bad if my bike didn't have a flat tire. I tried patching the tire and the patches let go, and couldn't find any replacement tubes at the walmart when i unhooked my trailer and made a bobtailed expedition to find a new tube. swift has been very disappointing and annoying so far and I'm seriously considering looking for another job. i don't have the greatest work record though, and I'm not very strong, being really skinny and not being 100% in my left arm, the one that was broken and has metal plates and screws in it. I shall see what comes out of it after i contest my traffic citations in jersey in the middle of june. if i can make those go away it would be a good time to go over to Werner or US xpress, with a clean driving record. they could hardly be worse than swift has been.
i did do a little walking around here though, and that should really have been sufficiently enjoyable but i just happen to be so particularly attached to riding my bike that i haven't enjoyed my time here as much as i might have if i had been able to not be so preoccupied with that particular vexation. i did find a nice little italian joint in the little town across route 130. Mario & Frank's. Last night I had exquisite cheese ravioli and had a fun conversation with the cute little waitress. she came back after leaving work to get something and we ended up talking about Huckleberry Finn and about the relationship between the idea of a Melting Pot and the desires of cultures to preserve themselves.
I had hoped to hang out some with my ex-gf julia while i was near philadelphia but she was down in the dc area with other friends. but she found the time to hang out for a couple of hours with me just now, and it was good to see her and talk with her again, if all too briefly.
Swift has me on "safety hold" for missing logs for logs they've now had sent to them twice; i fucking hate that. Hafta fax in copies tomorrow, to get moving again.
Right now I guess I'll surf a little more, then maybe try and patch my bike tires again, or just go for a walk. Take care everyone.
jbl
hope the lightning bolts missed all you guys last night.
this weekend Swift didn't have a load to get me home to mass from Philadelphia, so I've been sitting at the truck stops off exit 7 off the NJ turnpike. which wouldn't be that bad if my bike didn't have a flat tire. I tried patching the tire and the patches let go, and couldn't find any replacement tubes at the walmart when i unhooked my trailer and made a bobtailed expedition to find a new tube. swift has been very disappointing and annoying so far and I'm seriously considering looking for another job. i don't have the greatest work record though, and I'm not very strong, being really skinny and not being 100% in my left arm, the one that was broken and has metal plates and screws in it. I shall see what comes out of it after i contest my traffic citations in jersey in the middle of june. if i can make those go away it would be a good time to go over to Werner or US xpress, with a clean driving record. they could hardly be worse than swift has been.
i did do a little walking around here though, and that should really have been sufficiently enjoyable but i just happen to be so particularly attached to riding my bike that i haven't enjoyed my time here as much as i might have if i had been able to not be so preoccupied with that particular vexation. i did find a nice little italian joint in the little town across route 130. Mario & Frank's. Last night I had exquisite cheese ravioli and had a fun conversation with the cute little waitress. she came back after leaving work to get something and we ended up talking about Huckleberry Finn and about the relationship between the idea of a Melting Pot and the desires of cultures to preserve themselves.
I had hoped to hang out some with my ex-gf julia while i was near philadelphia but she was down in the dc area with other friends. but she found the time to hang out for a couple of hours with me just now, and it was good to see her and talk with her again, if all too briefly.
Swift has me on "safety hold" for missing logs for logs they've now had sent to them twice; i fucking hate that. Hafta fax in copies tomorrow, to get moving again.
Right now I guess I'll surf a little more, then maybe try and patch my bike tires again, or just go for a walk. Take care everyone.
jbl
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America has always had a romance with its highways and right now you're steeping yourself in it. It must be good in many ways. Certainly a period of your life that you will not regret.
In your shoes, I'd hop over to US Express whenever it seemed prudent. First impressions are important, and you're getting just about the worst first impression of trucking that anyone could get. I wince when I read your blog.