Well, I hate to supersede my fun blog about hangin' with Thora but time marches on.
Coke is getting to be brutally hard work. Wednesday I had to take two pallets of soda down a long flight of stairs and I'm still healing up from that. My boss says that when they redo the routes and schedules I won't have the three day weekends. The three days gives me more time out of the shadow of work. If I had two/dayoff/two/weekend it wouldn't be quite as intense a four day physical crush but the single day off wouldn't be much as I'd be haing to go to bed early for my 345 wake up alarm.
Yesterday in the super crappy weather a tanker truck carrying jet fuel went off the road on 91 in chicopee and the driver was burned over 70% of his body. But still lately I see guys driving around home heating oil and propane trucks and It strikes me that that job really might not be too bad. Yeah you're working in all weathers and a lot in the fall when I'd like to do some hunting, and you can get laid off in the summer. But that would agree with me actually. I'd like to a summer vacation and take a bike trip across the usa and have a job to go back to when that was over with.
It's totally improper to talk about your personal finances but I've a streak of not giving a fuck about social graces. I did my income taxes last week and found that in 07, when I worked 11 out of 12 months, I made 23,517 dollars. One does not need to put oneself 5500 in the hole for trucking school to be able to make 23k a year. Probably most pizza delivery people equal or beat that. I hate money and i think that if god exists, he's sent his only son in the form of money this time around and he totally fucking hates me. To add injury to insult the IRS decided to count the difference of what I saved when I settled a debt with a credit card company as income and the tax on that eats up most of my income tax return.
Last night at the open mic I forgot the words to one of the songs I like to play. I'm getting past my stage fright problem but I didn't know how tired I was until I blanked on the song. But there were other songs I could still do. I often think that one of the horrors of work is that it reduces you into something that can't do anyting else but work. That is being more negative than necessary though. It would have helped if I'd just headed down to barnes and noble and grabbed a nap in one of the overstuffed armchairs. Tonight I'm going to a party of someone who plays the open mic who's celebrating her divorce. One disadvantage of being less pathologically introverted than I once was is that I now somewhat know people who don't have cars and thus I find myself having offered someone a ride to the party, which creates a vexing restriction on my schedule if that person proves to want to go. Which now that I've typed it out does seem a totally stupid thing to whine about.
But the last thing I'll whine about is that my fretting hand fingertips are really sore from tossing the soda around. Something about the short fingernails. Whatever.
Max offers everyone a purr of contentment, and of lassitude.
jbl
Coke is getting to be brutally hard work. Wednesday I had to take two pallets of soda down a long flight of stairs and I'm still healing up from that. My boss says that when they redo the routes and schedules I won't have the three day weekends. The three days gives me more time out of the shadow of work. If I had two/dayoff/two/weekend it wouldn't be quite as intense a four day physical crush but the single day off wouldn't be much as I'd be haing to go to bed early for my 345 wake up alarm.
Yesterday in the super crappy weather a tanker truck carrying jet fuel went off the road on 91 in chicopee and the driver was burned over 70% of his body. But still lately I see guys driving around home heating oil and propane trucks and It strikes me that that job really might not be too bad. Yeah you're working in all weathers and a lot in the fall when I'd like to do some hunting, and you can get laid off in the summer. But that would agree with me actually. I'd like to a summer vacation and take a bike trip across the usa and have a job to go back to when that was over with.
It's totally improper to talk about your personal finances but I've a streak of not giving a fuck about social graces. I did my income taxes last week and found that in 07, when I worked 11 out of 12 months, I made 23,517 dollars. One does not need to put oneself 5500 in the hole for trucking school to be able to make 23k a year. Probably most pizza delivery people equal or beat that. I hate money and i think that if god exists, he's sent his only son in the form of money this time around and he totally fucking hates me. To add injury to insult the IRS decided to count the difference of what I saved when I settled a debt with a credit card company as income and the tax on that eats up most of my income tax return.
Last night at the open mic I forgot the words to one of the songs I like to play. I'm getting past my stage fright problem but I didn't know how tired I was until I blanked on the song. But there were other songs I could still do. I often think that one of the horrors of work is that it reduces you into something that can't do anyting else but work. That is being more negative than necessary though. It would have helped if I'd just headed down to barnes and noble and grabbed a nap in one of the overstuffed armchairs. Tonight I'm going to a party of someone who plays the open mic who's celebrating her divorce. One disadvantage of being less pathologically introverted than I once was is that I now somewhat know people who don't have cars and thus I find myself having offered someone a ride to the party, which creates a vexing restriction on my schedule if that person proves to want to go. Which now that I've typed it out does seem a totally stupid thing to whine about.
But the last thing I'll whine about is that my fretting hand fingertips are really sore from tossing the soda around. Something about the short fingernails. Whatever.
Max offers everyone a purr of contentment, and of lassitude.
jbl
VIEW 6 of 6 COMMENTS
i kinda always wanted to drive one of those big trucks. i feel like the idea of having some 17 gears is probably a lot more fun than the actual practice! (they're more there to slow down than to speed up, right?)