Here I am in the middle of the United States, not knowing one single person (other then Randy), in a low end motel, with no transportation and no way of even remotely thinking about eating well. The name of the motel is “BooneslickLodge”, if that tells you anything.
I am praying and hoping to get thru this next step of the job hiring process. Yesterday I failed the fitness test. Yes, I sure did! I can’t believe it. It baffles me, because I really did not think that I was that bad off. If I do make it past this Friday, I will have to separate from Randy for THREE weeks. I am not sure how that will go over. I hate even thinking about it.
Today was most definitely a better day. I am truly hoping that all this is worth it. Sometimes I ask myself “what am I doing?” I am impressed with the company that we have signed on with, but I do continue to have doubts about this industry. It feels more like one of those get rich schemes, and everyone promises you everything in the world. The reality of it is that only a select few survive. Not many people make it past 6 months of trucking.
I did get a little taste of living on the road and it’s really not that bad (with the exception of the eating and the accommodations). I am not itching to go home, so I think that I have overcome the first hurdle. Randy and I walked from our motel room to Wal-Mart to get some necessities earlier today and I said to Randy “I feel like poor people”. Randy looked at me and replied “we are poor but we are rich in health and family". I said to him " you are rich in health…I failed my fitness test, remember?" (lol). This experience has definitely humbled us both.