Yesterday, a few minor mishaps happened one after another. First, the police pulled me over in the morning. Because I was messing with the map on my phone, the trailer swayed left and right a bit. So he pulled me over thinking, “Let me stop him and see if the driver is falling asleep or what he’s doing driving so carelessly.” That’s what he told me.

When he flashed his lights, I started pulling over to the right. There’s actually a huge rest area just a little further ahead, so I thought I’d drive right in there. You know, it’s safer for the cop there too, obviously. Because getting out of the car, walking towards me and all, doing that next to moving traffic is a very dangerous job.

However, there was this naive kid in front of me. He got spooked too, pulled over in front of me, and stopped. Like, he didn’t know better, he got paranoid that the cops were maybe flashing their lights at him.

Because he parked right in front of me, I had to stop; I couldn’t keep moving toward the rest area. The cop gets out of his car and starts yelling at me, “There’s a rest area just ahead, drive there!” And I’m yelling back, “There’s a car in front of me,” but he can’t hear me, and he’s mad at me too.

Anyway, I saw the guy in front of me wasn’t going to budge, so I had to get back on the road, pass the car in front of me, then pull over to the right again and enter the rest area.

And the cop is probably thinking, “Is this guy a fucking lunatic, is he running from the cops in a semi?” Anyway, he finally came up to me at the rest area, and we understood each other there, because he later realized there had been a car in front of me and that he had gotten mad at me for nothing.

He took my license, took the logbook too. No issues came up. The logbook is clean. He gave me a warning, you know, for driving on the edge line.

A warning doesn’t really do anything, but it might reflect on the company’s safety score. Cops can be like that with truckers sometimes. They don’t write a ticket to the driver, but they don’t spare the company. The bad part about that is, the company will fuck me over. The company will fine me $1000, for example. Are they justified? You couldn’t say they’re wrong. Oh well. $1000 isn’t a lot of money when you look at it. I mean, it’s something that happens maybe once a year.

After this incident, I drove and drove and drove, and arrived in New Hampshire. Brought apples all the way from Washington here. Three thousand miles of road. The rate for this load is good too, $9000.

I arrived, but they said, “We close at 11.” I was told the appointment was at 12. And they say you can arrive at most 30 minutes before the appointment. So, at a place I wasn’t supposed to go to before 11:30, I showed up around 11:25, but they said “We close at 11.” So there was a mix-up. The broker did something totally stupid. Don’t know how they managed it. So we’re just left hanging.

They said I’d have to reschedule. Well, I had an inspection yesterday too. When there’s an inspection, you can’t really mess around with the logbook either. And right now I’ve been on the road for 4 days anyway, my cycle is about to end. I mean, after every 70 hours of work, you have to rest for 34 hours.

So if they said, “Take the apples and deliver them tomorrow morning,” I will have moved and I’ll have to wait 34 hours all over again. Whereas, if they rescheduled it for a day later, to Wednesday, at least that 34-hour rest period would get knocked out in the meantime.

So these things happened back to back. Feels like a bit of a messy situation. But of course, these are things that matter to me, but have zero importance to humanity.

The trucking industry is just that kind of industry. The money is good, but the headaches never end. The money is probably good because of that anyway. They pay you that money because you deal with all these problems. If it were easy, the earnings would be low.

I say this, but the things that make the most money in the world are actually the easiest things. But you gotta know how to be cunning, you gotta be a sly fox. Because we’re idiots, our brains don’t work for those kinds of things. We just keep on doing the grunt work.

Though now that I think about it, we mess with the logbook and stuff, so we’re not exactly innocent ourselves. Otherwise, an honest driver couldn’t even make as much as us. We’re immoral too, but our level of immorality is low. We are chasing dreams of higher-tier motherfuckery. I hope God Almighty grants it and we swim in money, drown in money, God willing. Amen. I love money so much. Not just a little bit. I’m in love with it. I used to spend it on hookers, haven’t spent it on them for a long time either, but if I get rich, I’m going to make those hookers rich too. I swear to God. I made a vow, look. Please God, make it rain money from the sky. Amen.