No, we haven’t fallen off the face of the earth, or been involved in anything tragic, thankfully. We’ve just been busy … and annoyed. It is generally true that when we are busy, we are annoyed. Add in that They Who Must Not Be Named have been particularly disreputable of late, and our annoyance has shot up to a higher level.
Like many trucking companies right now, TWMNBN has been enacting a number of “cost-saving” measures over the past year or so. They’ve gone into high gear in the past several months. While I recognize that times are hard, and that businesses must do everything they can to survive, I’m just fed up with some of the changes being made at TWMNBN.
Several of these moves I consider to be downright immoral, taking advantage of people who clearly don’t understand their options. That I continue to work here, makes me feel party to the immorality, and I seriously do not like that feeling. I’m having a hard time accepting that my labor is profiting this company. It’s a sticky moral issue, and I don’t like it one bit.
Okay, so I’m not responsible for other people’s choices. I know this. And I’m not responsible for other people’s lack of knowledge. I know this, too. And yet … I hate being a part of an organization that is taking advantage of some good, hard-working people, whose only mistake is putting trust in their employer.
I want to give notice and to buy my own truck so badly, I can hardly stand it. But it’s not the right time, and we don’t have enough money saved. I’ve been telling myself forever that we will get there, eventually. It just never seems any closer.
At least freight is picking up (hence the being busy comment above). I’m happy to be getting more miles, but with the changes in pay, of late, I’m not taking home much more money. I know I should just be content that I have a job. Too bad I’m not easily made content.
On a more pleasant note, I have been having some fun, new fantasies of late. One is that I’m at a truck stop, and a blazing mad trucker stomps up to me:
PO’d Trucker: That’s it! I’ve had it!
Stace (who believes strongly in placating large, angry men, though little ones can kiss her ass): Oh? Why is that?
PO’d Trucker: This job is for shit. Only a complete fucked-up idiot would be a trucker. I quit!
Stace: Oh … uh … sorry to hear that.
PO’d Trucker: I’m calling my wife to come get me and my shit. You see that truck over there?
PO’d Trucker points at a lovely, purple Volvo 780 parked nearby. Sunlight glistens off the metal flake paint. It looks brand new.
PO’d Trucker: Give me $10,000 and it’s yours. I’ve got the title and I’ll sign it over, right now.
Stace: Oh, come on. You don’t mean that.
PO’d Trucker: The hell I don’t. My father-in-law gave me that truck. He just gave it to me to try to ruin my marriage, that ole son-of-a-bitch. I wanna see his face when he hears I gave it away for 10 grand.
Stace: Maybe you want to take a bit to think about this.
PO’d Trucker: It’s a 2008, about 100,000 miles on it. Still under warranty. Got a tricked-out cab and an APU. You want it or not? 10 grand. I’ll take a check.
Stace: This is insane.
PO’d Trucker: Hey, you don’t want it, someone else will. Hey! You over there! You wanna buy a truck — cheap?!
Stace: Now, now, let’s not be hasty. Just let me get my partner out of the truck. She’ll need to have a say, too … Hedon! Get out here! And bring my checkbook!
Oh, the sad, sad impossible fantasies to which I’ve been reduced. I would like to point out, however, that at least I restrained myself enough to make it a regular Volvo, and not an uber-extended wonder-truck like Salena’s and Eddie’s truck. In some strange way, it makes the fantasy more believable.
Gads, I think I’m going crazy. Damn you, TWMNBN! (You can’t see it, but I’m shaking my fist in the air, probably in the direction of TWMNBN headquarters).