So with one of those impending milestone birthdays approaching on the 6th of March, one has to sit around and reflect back on the life they led, the accomplishments they made, and the lives they’ve changed. Myself, I’m just sitting here wondering if it would be lame to ask Naya Rivera to wish me a happy birthday on twitter. ┬áHah. Actually I’m usually put off by celebrities re-tweeting people asking to be re-tweeted for charities and random occasions. Granted I’d be frigging ecstatic if out of the blue the entire cast of Glee and all of my favorite bloggers tweeted for me to have a happy birthday, I’m not going to ask them to do it. I was contemplating sending a birthday request to Nathan Fillion to take a picture of himself with twine so that for my birthday, The Bloggess would get her year-long wish granted, but I’m thinking if he did take a picture now, it would ruin the wonder that has become of his reluctance to grant the wish (see the wonder here). In reality, I’m hoping that maybe this year I’ll be too busy to even check twitter, but I doubt it.

I’ve actually been in a ball of uncertainty and dread this past week, and I still am to an extent. For the first part, I requested to have my birthday off as I did last year, but last year March 6th came around and I found myself sitting alone in my truck in a truck stop in Gary, Indiana wondering how my life had taken such a weird turn. So, a month ago I called my driver manager and told him ‘Look man, I’m going to be straight up with you. If I’m in my truck in some random truck stop again on my birthday, I’m probably going to stay up the whole night curled in a ball crying.’ And I’ll be damned if he hasn’t mentioned that at least once a week, saying he didn’t want to be responsible for me sitting on my truck crying. Two days ago, I found myself resolved to doing just that as I was on a load delivering in Connecticut (though I shit you not it was a load of live fish packed in boxes going to petsmart!), about as far away from Washington state as you can get without leaving the country.

Yesterday after delivery I found myself on a very rare load picking up in New York and delivering in Portland, Oregon on the 5th. It’s like this load, was pretty much made for me. Then I asked my driver manager why he couldn’t find me something getting to Washington…cause I’m an asshole. Then after having to park after pick up because both my trainee and myself ran out of hours to drive, I woke up to about 8 inches of snow on the ground and it still was snowing. I finally understood all those lectures in winter workshops at the main terminal about drivers making stupid decisions because they were in a hurry to get home, because sure as shit I had my student help me dig the truck out so we could get rolling. Now, in credit to myself, I did verify that the roads weren’t too messed up to drive on and I got the approval of the safety department to roll. Albany was expecting another 6-10 inches and hell if I was going to get stuck there. After 3 hours of driving slowly through slush-covered roads and a steady fall of snow, I finally emerged to somewhat dry lands around Rochester, NY. Now we have 4 more days after today to get to the other side of the country and deliver this crap. I’m just hoping that nothing else gets in my way. Like the fact that my trainee refuses to drive at night or in moderately bad weather.

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