Yes, of course I'm madly in love with
Miss California. To those of you who had to ask - come on now, seriously. You didn't really have to ask, did you?
So I decided to impersonate a local truck driver today. I sat at home, stared at the walls, and felt sorry for myself since there was no work for me to do. Hehe, that's a little recession/layoff joke for you. I kid because I care... or something like that. Of course I don't get the unemployment check just yet though.
I went through the usual routine of setting my alarm, tossing and turning all night, and then calling the terminal to put myself back on duty. Per usual, I was kinda sorta hoping I wouldn't be too close to the top of the board when I called. Per usual... be careful what you wish for and whatnot. #31. Shit. Well, plenty of time to go back to bed then, eh?
I spent the day bumming around and checking on my status every couple of hours. It seemed that, about once every hour and a half, a bunch of trucks would come off the board. Then everything would stay static for another hour and a half. I made it up to #12 and it appeared that this would be where I would spend the night. Since donning my luxurious boxers (for your own sake, don't try to picture that) and crawling into bed, I've managed to move up to #8. Maybe I can get some sort of sleep tonight before heading to my truck tomorrow and impersonating an OTR driver for a change.
I'm sure she'll forgive me for not knowing the proper protocol for the blogging equivalent of a chain letter, since I don't have any friends and I don't read blogs very often, but Diane at
Heads Carolina/Tails California was very kind yesterday and the folks who sent messages have likewise been friendly people. Rather than try to come up with something clever, I think I could manage the whole 'pay it forward' deal far more effectively if anyone here wanted to chime in with a comment or two and suggest some decent reading. I do like to look at
Jake Tapper's blog at ABC every once in a while though.