A lot has changed at my job since I first started driving there. The most notable change is that most of the people who worked at the place are now gone. Out of the more than a hundred employees in 1998, only a handful are left. And yet, the job is still pretty much the same; I drive, and drive, and then drive some more. I’ve logged nearly three million miles since that first day. And that’s just in the semi, which doesn’t count the 130 miles I commute.
I’ve been asked how I can stand to drive so much and the answer is simple; when I went to work there, I didn’t set out to drive three million miles, or even one million. I just drove, one mile at a time—for a few hours at a time. The hours turned to days, the days turned to weeks, then to months and years. Easy, right?
Of course, I was a lot younger back then, twenty years younger to be exact. Good thing the job isn’t hard, huh? No matter what some people claim, driving a truck is really not something that takes a lot of effort. The most difficult part of the job is staying awake, which does seem to be a little tougher the older I get.
Speaking of staying awake, I’ve noticed it’s far easier to do if I get more sleep. My typical four to five hours per night, which is what I’ve slept most of my life, just doesn’t cut it anymore. So, I think I’ll wrap up this post and maybe go to bed—since in a few hours it’ll be time to start year number twenty-one at my job. Yay! ~
Bruce A. Borders is the author of more than a dozen books, including: Inside Room 913, Over My Dead Body, The Journey, Miscarriage Of Justice, The Lana Denae Mysteries, and The Wynn Garrett Series. Available in ebook at www.amazon.com/Bruce-A.-Borders/e/B006SOLWQS and paperback on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Books-a-Million.