Day 58: Going Big or Going Home

You're probably well aware already that I change my mind like I change my underwear. I'm a pretty good smelling woman, so that's at least everyday for your information. I decided after waking up from my 11-hour unemployment slumber this morning that I'm going to go big or bust. And what is the biggest thing I can think of for Alberta? Trucks. Big ass, transport trailer trucks. You don't even have to know how to spell your name. That's my dream job. I'm telling you right now, my university degree and college diplomas are currently useless. I'm done. I'm not writing them off completely yet, but the thought of going back to work in an office, or inside a flight dispatching fish bowl, or even inside period, would be devastating to me. I spent my twenties working outdoors, nearly dying of pneumonia, warming up by the equipment exhaust, and freezing my tongue to anything I licked (I lick alot, it's a strange habit). And I loved every second of it. When your inside, you get closer to people, and people aren't really that interesting or even nice. And they certainly don't smell all that good. Outside, you put your headset on and tune the world out. Except when the engines are running, it's a good idea to look up then, poor little M. found that out the hard way one time (don't worry, I saved him).

Yeah, I'm going back to basics for now, but not without the big bucks. Truck driving in Alberta is the biggest money machine out there, and I'm going to the ATM to cash in. With a little help from UI. Finally figured out what they're good for. Yup, truck driving is going to pay for my real passions in life. Just wish I knew what those passions were...And if I'm going home, what better souvenir than a truck license?!

PS. Homeless dude in the laundramat - don't bring your lunch in with you next time, it freaking stinks. The smell reminded me of my living room last year during the Fringe Festival. That was not pretty.