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Originally Posted by Professor427
Did you find yourself behind the wheel before, after or during your post-secondary education?
After.
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What do your friends and family think of your decision to drive for a living,
I lost all my old friends when I started trucking. Impossible to hang out when your life is completely unpredictable. All my new friends only know me as a truck driver, so I guess they think that's fine. I'd trade all of the new ones for one of the old ones though. I miss those guys. Losing them was probably the hardest thing for me. (I guess I ought to start digging around now that I'm home every night. There's a positive thought to lighten a somber mood.)
My kids can't really remember anything else, so they just accept it as the way things are, but I think they'd have more respect for me if I did something else for a living, or at least if we could afford an SUV like Mr. Landreth has. I get sick of being compared to Mr. Landreth.
My wife... She's glad we're making it, but she'd much rather I were doing something better to brag about in front of her fat little friends.
My extended family wouldn't like me no matter what I did for a living, so they can all kiss my ass. My parents seem disappointed that this is the best I could manage to do with their $40,000 or whatever in tuition money, but they're glad I'm standing on my own two feet, and not living in their basement.
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considering you have formal education which gives you other, usually white collar, opportunities.
I have a BA in Spanish, French, and Latin. I'm not certified to teach high school, and can't become so without two years of grad school I can't afford, and don't have time for. I'm a native English speaker, so the only translation work I can get hired for is Spanish or French to English, which is almost non-existent. I can be a court interpreter, but the list is full of names like Ulloa and Martinez, and I don't see the point in paying the money to get certified for what it pays, and how unlikely it is I would find steady work. I can move to any of the big cities that are always talking about how desperate they are for Spanish speakers, but what they really mean is Taco Bell really needs a manager who can speak Spanish to the help, or whatever. I spent a couple of months combing the want ads in several major cities I considered relocating to, and there's nothing there to justify pulling up stakes.
So my degree in of itself is really pretty damn useless, I'm afraid. Though I'm a richer and more culturally literate person for having it.
Oh, and I did have a plan. I was going to be a professor. That's why I didn't get certified to teach high school. When I got my girlfriend pregnant my senior year, that was that for my plans of grad school. I barely managed to finish out my undergraduate degree while working three jobs.
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And do you tell your fellow drivers about your education or do you hide the fact to save the inevitable 'what the hell are you doing here' questions.
Hell no. Are you kidding?
No, I've become a chameleon. I blend in, and I have almost completely subverted my true personality, and my true accent. Some days I don't even know who I am anymore, because I have to live so much of my life pretending to be a poorly educated hick just to get along smoothly.
I could just be me, but I don't like friction. I just blend in, and get along. I do it exceedingly well, and it's deeply, deeply ironic. All my pet peeves, those are the things I do on purpose every day, like making sure to conjugate verbs badly, use adverbs incorrectly, pick the wrong case for pronouns, etc.
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just curious why some of us find driving a truck more attractive than sitting in an office.
I primarily find driving a truck attractive because it is a viable choice, given my circumstances. Beyond that, I can only speculate.
I'm 35. I've been trucking since I was 25. This is all I know, other than being an entry level nobody at Wal-Mart, and various minimum wage dreck jobs not even worth remembering. This is my entire professional life.
Unless you count my stupid little book, which marginally entitles me to call myself a professional author too. There is little doubt which of my professions has more realistically attainable income potential. To break into writing for a living on any kind of viable scale, you just about have to have a spouse with a good job.
But I guess that pretty much hits the nail on the head as far as what do I want to do when I grow up. Quit driving the damn truck, and write for dollars.
Oh yeah.
Maybe when my kids are grown and gone. Should be only about 10 more years. I'll be 45. It could work.