One Hookers Ramblings

Earlier today I was listening to a driver bitch about how he would much rather be doing anything other than driving a truck for a living. To this I say, "Well fucking quit".

Every day I hear more and more drivers say that they don't like driving a truck. Then why the fuck are you out here? If you're out here not liking what you are doing, then quit and do something you enjoy. Because when you're out here in control of 80,000 lbs rolling down the highway at 60+ MPH, not liking what you do, you become a hazard. You start not caring about the little things, like the the way you present yourself to customers and cashiers. Then you start not caring about the bigger things like you're driving habits.

But you're thinking, well everyone has bad days and occasionally pulls a bonehead move. I agree and I'm no different. But I see WAY too many drivers not caring every day for everyone to be having a bad day. Let's face it, there are a lot of people that have no business behind the wheel of a truck. Some people just weren't meant to be truckers. It's not a job, it's a lifestyle and some people just can't cut the muster.

So if you're one of these people that aren't enjoying what you are doing or you just don't care about how you are perceived than do the rest of us a favor and JUST FUCKING QUIT ALREADY.

LOLOMGWTFBBQ!! Who said that?? I said & I meant it.

Actually after a twitter post by @vincereardon asking why women who tell other women to go home & have babies don't follow their own advice. And linking an article about Dr. Laura. Which I at first didn't see the link but answered him that a lot women without children are sick of mothers as using their child as an excuse for everything. (ie.....little Jimmy's sick, little Jimmy needs to go to the doctor, schools closed & I couldn't get a babysitter) You wanna have kids & a job?? Fine, but don't expect me to do your work & mine too because you decided to go forth & procreate. And we all know little Jimmy is just gonna grow into an obnoxious teenager that walks all over you because you're to busy trying to be his friend instead of his parent now. And why is it acceptable for all these moms to bring in crap that their kids are selling?? I'm sorry when I was a kid (and it hasn't been that long ago) that if you were selling something you went door to door. I know not everyone lives in a small town like I do. But what about going around the neighborhood or people you go to church with.

And I swear if I hear one more mom bitch about how she doesn't know how she's gonna find time to take little Susie to soccer practice, or little Mary to piano & dance, & fix dinner & get groceries & go to work, I may not resist the urge to smack them upside the head & say you should have thought of that before you had kids.

I also responded to @vincereardon with, "Some women are incapable of doing the job they have chosen & the only thing they are good for are spewing out obnoxious little bastard children". I didn't really fit all of that into my tweet but that was the gist of it. And I think that pisses me off even more. As a woman truck driver I have had to bust my ass twice as hard as any guy out here just to prove that I can do the job & to be taken remotely seriously. Then some dingy, goofball, hosebag that only became a truck driver to sleep her way across the country or to find herself a man comes along & makes me want to punch her in the face. And throws all my 'work' out the window. So if you can't do the job GO HOME!!! And fix your old man some dinner while you're at it.

OK, now that I have offended all 3 of my readers so I guess I'll just go back to my crochet & twiddle my thumbs now.

Why do people think that PST is acceptable? When did this become an acceptable practice? To me it means you are a pain in the ass who thinks the world revolves around you.

I have never been a stickler for things starting right on the dot but the idea of showing up 2 hours late, if you even bother to show, because it interferes with your natural flow is a total crock. What about everybody else's natural flow? I would so love a life and job that doesn't require the rigors of standard time, but unfortunately I live in the real world and not some fantasy land. Neither am independently wealthy to have such a laissez-faire attitude.

Some pagans wonder why a lot of people don't take them seriously and maybe the fact that you are habitually late could NEVER be a reason. There are quite a few others that I could think of but won't go into for the sake of my blood pressure. So maybe for the sake of your fellow pagans you can grace them with your appearance on time for a change.

I know this is a subject that has been discussed ad nauseum by crocheters and knitters alike. But today was the first time I ever had anyone say anything to me about the fact that I was using "acrylic" yarn. *ohhhhh the horror* *faint* *swoon* Not that I give a fat rats ass about what anyone thinks. What the hell gives a person the right to try and make me like I'm somehow a lesser crafter then they are just because I choose to use acrylic yarn for a certain project. Were this person to come to my truck she would have seen the many nice yarns that I am using like Suri Elegance or Paca Peds from The Alpaca Yarn Co. (ok so I'm an alpaca slut ;), there are worse things in the world to be.)


Then she started in on the fact that I am a crocheter and not a knitter. While I admit that most of my fiber manipulating skills are in crocheting, I am capable of knitting. Albeit at a very basic level.


Why in this day and age should I have to stand up and verbally bitch slap someone just to defend crochet and my choice to use acrylic yarn?? When are people going to learn to just keep their fat traps shut because no one really gives two shits about what they think anyway?? People just totally piss me off sometimes.

Today has been one of those days. First the truck starts making a not so good noise. Turns out its a ruptured air to air hose. Yay!!! Then I get to my delivery and they refuse the entire load because of peelable upc stickers. After sitting all day still no word on whats going on with the load. Oh and did I mention that I'm in NJ. Double yay!!! NOT!!! So here I sit with 43,000 lbs. of sparkling grape juice and a truck that is fubar. Today is one of those days that I wish I had gone to nursing school like mom wanted, instead of truck driving school.

But on a positive side I did get the truck straightened up and got started on a cozy for my new laptop. The christmas crochet gifts are still no closer to completion. But I still have a month and a half. I better start shaking that crochet hook.