Sloppy Joes

Sloppy joes. Who came up with this shit? I didn't even know they were still a thing. Wouldn't a good ole American burger be easier? Have less calories? TASTE BETTER? I'm sure I liked them when I was a snot nosed kid. But now I'm 43....sitting in a classroom in Tex Ass....and eating this god awful slop. I shouldn't be surprised. This really falls in line with the rest of these less - than - ideal accommodations.  Yesterday when I arrived at the crackhouse known as our hotel, I noticed we had NO towels. My polite call to the desk to ask about getting more was met with a cold and steadfast "no". So me thinking she had a delivery issue, I assured her that I would easily have no problem  coming to get it. An even louder "NO". The guy they threw me into a room with agrees we have it bad. Oh yeah, my roommate.  Ok...here's the deal. I'm in Dallas for orientation with my new employer. So they save money by corralling us 2 into a room. And by room,  I mean apartment complex for lots of seedy individuals who partake in all that the street has to offer. In summary, I'm eating substandard cafeteria slop, and sleeping in your standard pay weekly roach motel. But hey, I DO have half a roll of toilet paper.

I rationalize all of this by saying it's a good precursor to life on the road as a long haul truck driver. Yeah...that's another thing I might should have mentioned. I'm a trucker. Almost. I am licensed. And hired. But technically I have yet to be paid to drive on the open road in an big rig. That should change in a day or so. See, I left a good stable job back in NC. And I put my wonderful life on hold and put my wonderful beautiful wife in my rear view mirror for something that hopefully pays off. Sooner rather than later. This wouldn't have been possible had I not had the sincere rubber stamp from my woman. I miss her more than a person should be allowed to feel. But we both rolled the dice on this trucking thing. With the sacrifice I'm making now, I have to make sure that I am getting the most out of my opportunity. Sloppy joes and crack houses aren't that bad. But being away from my awesome home life better be worth  all of this.

Why did I write this in blog form? I could of easily just posted on Facebook.  But I felt it important to chronicle the next 6 months of my life. I want to be able to look back on my mindset at the beginning of this adventure and recognize just how drastically different I am. I suspect I'll be a little more confident and lot less nervous. I wish I recorded other important shit like this from the beginning. Also...there's a couple of people  back home who might wanna know the mundane minutiae of my life.

Right now I'm occupying a small amount of space in Limbo...waiting on my partner and truck assignment. The next entry will be from a truckstop. Shit's gettin' real....