From a truck drivers point of view, is there any company out there that is good to work for???

From what I've heard, and seen in the want ads, it seems the companies will either give you lots of miles and you never get home. Miles=money. Or weekends off, and you make minimum wage for living in a truck 5 day's a week. Does this sound about right to everyone? Or am I just not seeing the bigger picture?

Why would a company think someone would work for $500 a week, and live in a '92 freighliner for 5 day's a week?

And if it's such a great job, why do companies have to start recruiting people from Mexico to work in the US? They aren't paying them any less then the other drivers. But why don't these companies realize that maybe, and this is a big maybe, Maybe if they paid more to the drivers already working for them, then turnover wouldn't be so high?

Feel free to correct my interpretations of the trucking industry. I'm just a girl on the side line, making an arm chair quarterback call. I hate seeing someone who's got a good work ethic, and the testicular fortitude to handle the job truckers do, and then get shafted all the time!!! Seemingly because the "higher up's" wanna buy their Cadillac Escalades and be outta work by 3:30 every day.

Category: Trucking

I was thinking today, how much of our lives are created simply by thought. And this idea could go in multiple directions, but I was only pondering one... If I believed I could do something, then I should be able to do it. Simple, really. How much do we circumvent ourselves simply by saying "That's impossible", or "That'll never happen." For instance.. I went on a run today. It's the first time in a long while that I've actually been able to run 3 miles straight. I do admit to cheating a little. I walked for a bit in the middle. That's not the point though. The point is, if I believe that I could win a 5K race that at the end of October, what's to stop me from accomplishing that except self-doubt?

I always get started on some kind of hairbrained thinking like this, and then with a sudden shock reality slams in. WHAM! Sometimes it doesn't matter how much you believe, or how much you want it, sometimes... it just ain't gonna happen.

I run a mile in about 10 minutes on a good day. The previous winner of the 5K ran it in 29:20ish.

I think I'm just suffering from oxygen starvation to the brain from the run. I'm going to kick back, smoke a cigarette and a drink a beer. Maybe I'll come to my senses after that.

Category: My Life