Waiting, waiting and sitting...
around doing absolutely nothing seems to be the story of my life, and I'm getting real tired of it. I wonder what other job has so much damn downtime. I’m not on the clock or getting paid a salary, so other than the cost of the truck, I represent no liability to the company I work for. Life truly is passing me by as I sit here. Trump is making big deals, brave men and women and fighting are overseas, people are flying everywhere, folks are teaching, healing, making money, fishing, vacationing, and so forth and so on. But I’m just sitting here. And I have “just sat here” for about six years now. And while to some who don’t sit a lot, all this waiting might seem, well, fun. Not to me, not anymore. Much of it has been waiting to load, waiting to unload, waiting in traffic, waiting for an accident to clear, waiting in construction, waiting to fuel, waiting to pay for fuel, waiting to pay, waiting for a truck wash, waiting to park, waiting for service, waiting for tires, waiting to scale, waiting for road service, waiting to pay a toll and of course, waiting for the truck to be fixed. I have a house that needs fixing. If I combined all the time I have been waiting and instead used that time to repair my house, I would have a little palace. If I used all this wait time to work out and exercise, I would be in shape and not have to worry about my blood pressure or weight. I might be a thin as the sock photo. I think I have spent so much time waiting and sitting that I’m becoming permanently stiff. A few more years of waiting and someone will have to call the fire department to pry me out of the front seat of the truck. Right now, I'm sitting (again) at the Petro in W. Memphis, AR with a load of "carbon" to Altus, AR delivery Monday at 8am and then a return back to Hickman, KY 400 miles away (where I started) delivery Tuesday 8am. The sock photo by Pwm2004OU on Flickr.
around doing absolutely nothing seems to be the story of my life, and I'm getting real tired of it. I wonder what other job has so much damn downtime. I’m not on the clock or getting paid a salary, so other than the cost of the truck, I represent no liability to the company I work for. Life truly is passing me by as I sit here. Trump is making big deals, brave men and women and fighting are overseas, people are flying everywhere, folks are teaching, healing, making money, fishing, vacationing, and so forth and so on. But I’m just sitting here. And I have “just sat here” for about six years now. And while to some who don’t sit a lot, all this waiting might seem, well, fun. Not to me, not anymore. Much of it has been waiting to load, waiting to unload, waiting in traffic, waiting for an accident to clear, waiting in construction, waiting to fuel, waiting to pay for fuel, waiting to pay, waiting for a truck wash, waiting to park, waiting for service, waiting for tires, waiting to scale, waiting for road service, waiting to pay a toll and of course, waiting for the truck to be fixed. I have a house that needs fixing. If I combined all the time I have been waiting and instead used that time to repair my house, I would have a little palace. If I used all this wait time to work out and exercise, I would be in shape and not have to worry about my blood pressure or weight. I might be a thin as the sock photo. I think I have spent so much time waiting and sitting that I’m becoming permanently stiff. A few more years of waiting and someone will have to call the fire department to pry me out of the front seat of the truck. Right now, I'm sitting (again) at the Petro in W. Memphis, AR with a load of "carbon" to Altus, AR delivery Monday at 8am and then a return back to Hickman, KY 400 miles away (where I started) delivery Tuesday 8am. The sock photo by Pwm2004OU on Flickr. 