Troubled days. Troubled times. Last Friday, $40 was deposited into my account. Tomorrow, $850 will be deposited. Next Friday will be something similar because this week is also crap.

Also, on January 30th, I had a small accident while backing up, while parking, and its cost has now been calculated, it’s $3000. They will deduct $500 or so every week for that.

Even the smallest accident in a truck costs a few thousand dollars.

This week, I picked up a load on Monday noon. But the load turned out to be heavy. Going to the weigh station is half an hour, and returning is half an hour. They adjusted the load again, I went to the weigh station again, a lot of time wasted.

And I’m in Atlanta, Atlanta traffic, I was stuck in traffic for hours.

I had forgotten my credit card at a restaurant there, went to get it, the time wasted went completely through the roof. It was guaranteed that I would be late to my destination, and it was the middle of the night, plus I slept. Anyway, the place I’m going to closes early in the morning anyway. They only pick up loads in the early hours. I waited for that, one night passed like that.

The next load wasn’t canceled, but normally I would have picked up the load on Tuesday evening, but since the first load was as I described, the load I was supposed to pick up on Tuesday evening was moved to Monday morning.

I picked up the second load on Monday morning, but this time I couldn’t make it on time for the second load either. It was kind of impossible anyway. This is a Walmart load. Walmart is very meticulous about these things. If you are late, they make you suffer.

So, I was late and I’m suffering. They are making me wait for the load that I was supposed to deliver on Wednesday evening because I was late. They say we can pick it up on Saturday evening. Did 3 days go to waste? Did 3 more days become trash? That’s how it is.

And because the reefer was running out of fuel… look, now I’ve come to the nearest Pilot truck stop, 35 miles away. It’s a tiny place here. But thank God there’s a place across the street where I parked. I couldn’t find any food at night either, I went to bed hungry. When I woke up in the morning, the weather had warmed up. When the weather warms up, my head aches terribly. Today has been like torture all day.

I drove and parked at the truck stop because there was space. Then it occurred to me that the reefer would run out of fuel. I waited for the evening. It’s evening now. There are only two pumps here anyway, so while they were free, I got fuel. Parking is impossible at night now, they even filled the spot I left in two minutes, although even if they hadn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered to back in in this crowd. I came back and parked at the same place as last night.

Trucking makes a person sick of life. When there’s money, you can endure anything, but when there’s no money, even the smallest thing starts to bother you. We are going through very difficult times.