Things went well today, which I'll get to some other time, but I just wanted to post a quick response to Jeffrey Beaumont's comment from a couple posts ago:
my heart was seizing with anxiety just reading this. a few blog posts on your job is working harder than anything to dispel all my romantic notions of the isolationist glories of being a truck driver.
The potential for isolationist glories is definitely there. When I am actually on the road, have gotten enough sleep, and there are no imminent crises on the horizon, this stuff can be pretty great for a person with isolationist tendencies like myself. Getting to drive upstate and see the intense changing of the landscape from week to week is pretty awe-inspiring when you're a city kid. A couple weeks ago I thought I somehow got lost going to one of the farms that I know my way to inside and out, but then I realized that the leaves had just changed so dramatically over the last week that it looked like a completely different place. Also, thanks to the tape deck in one of the rentals I've been driving, I've gotten to rediscover some of my old mix tapes which make for stellar singing your lungs out opportunities (as well as some feelings of embarrassment.) The unfortunate part of this particular situation has been that the times when I'm well-rested and belting out pop-punk hits of yore have often been outweighed by the time spent worrying about everything going wrong and yelling not out of pleasure but out of the need to keep myself awake. But the glory is there.
xo,
mj
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you're high up in your truck where no one can see you- belt freely, dude.
ahem...."GOD I WISH I COULD HATE YOU FOR THE REST OF MY...!"
I amazingly don't have midtown on any of the tapes I've drudged up so far...however, "thanks for it all, i've gotta go."
Despite the stress, I'd still take on your job... or not really the trucking part, but imagine myself somewhere with many maps, a north side like radio and a very organized system of delivery. Also yeah, just having to load up paintings near Hunter today during rush hour took at least 6 months off my life. I can't imagine the larger deliveries. Oh, and welcome to the blog-o-sphere
i'm glad to hear the dream is still there. also i have an entire duffel bag of phish and grateful dead tapes for you that i haven't touched in 10 years.
I also just found a tape called: Fit auf langen Farhrten Gymnastik fur Autofaher. roughly translated by EBD- Learning while Driving, Exercises for travel??? I don't know. But its awesome and you can have it for the alone driving time
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