Life of a Trucker & Shopping Habits & Debt
Sometimes, I can’t
inquire how I truly feel because I ignore myself a lot. I’ve been in Dallas, TX all weekend. Friday I went for this 10 mile walk to the
mall just to get this superman watch I saw last time I was here. To my surprise they still had it, and I also
found a jersey to match for $8. I saw
the jersey 6 months ago but when I went back to get it they were sold out. However the jersey was $20 then but because
it’s fall it was on clearance.
There is someone
here giving off their Internet so I am able to download missed shows and
movies. I’ve been stuck here at the
yard since Friday. I paid for Internet
but regretted it because it was extremely slow. I don’t know who’s sharing their Internet, but I hope GOD does
them good.
Life is really
boring now. I didn’t know how much
freedom I had before where I could just go out and do anything or
everything. However, I do keep in mind
I didn’t have money to. Most of the time I stayed in the house so I wouldn’t
spend any money. Money seemed to be the
reason why I did anything.
I’m currently
looking for local placements so that I can effectively take care of my son. I
filled out my first application for Pepsi.
They seem to be hiring all of over the US, their pay is good, and their
requirements are low. Most of the local
jobs requirements are for a year or more experience.
Last week on 10/07,
my trailer got stuck and I had to come to the yard for a safety talk. I made a turn into a dirt road, and when I
did the dirt slid me into a ditch leaning the trailer on my tire causing the
tire not to turn. I was stuck there for
about 3 hours. It was 4 in the morning
so it wasn’t too bad. No damage was
done but after my safety talk I felt like there was. “If that trailer tipped
over, you’d be out of job right now” is what the safety supervisor says. He wasn’t too harsh but I don’t see why I
have to be here for a week without pay.
I also had to be here for a 60 days talk. Every 60 to 90 days you have to come to the yard for safety classes
and truck maintenance.
Don’t get me wrong;
I love being a truck driver. However,
they try their best to stress you out on the road. I’ve been dealing with stress my whole life, so it’s nothing
new. A couple of weeks just before my
home time, I went to the Tanglet Outlet in Oklahoma City. I have never been to one. I didn’t really like it. Everything was over priced or the same
price. My favorite store was
rue21. I just got some v-necks and
cologne. Most of the time, I limit
myself to $20.
I have to start
saving because the IRS sent me a bill after a year of investigated my Tax
issue. Long story short, the people
doing my taxes were claiming kids on my behalf. They lie to me about it and so I went to the IRS office. After I talk with them, they showed me
documents that they forged my signature on and what was really stated on my
taxes. They said in ‘2010 the tax
people retrieved $10,000 in my name.
It’s funny how I only got $2,500 of it.
Anyhow, I only have to pay them $1,000.
So much stress so
little time, not enough pay. I’m making it though. I guess that biggie song was right, “the more money we come
across the more problems we seek”.
However, I’m still not making enough to even enjoy it. I just started and it’s like I’m starting
but even more in debt.
In conclusion, I’m
just going to save and once I get my son back I’ll be okay. I’m just glad I’m out of that trailer. I don’t think any less of people that live
in trailer parks but I just didn’t like room mating. Trailers are too small for two men to roommate. It was my first time and hopefully my last
time. There was a trucker I had seen who had a tattoo that said “RIP DAD, MISS
YOU”. He didn’t look like a guy who
would get that type of tattoo. It must
have really hurt when his dad died.
Sometimes I wonder about my father.
What he looks like? Does he even care I am alive? All my mom could say was that he’s in NY and
that I have his name. After 28 years,
she finally says something about him.
There are a lot of reasons why I don’t like to talk to her. I’m a simple guy however she isn’t a simple mom. The only thing I care about is being a
father again, so one day if I die early my son will care the same.
Sincerely,
