Three days of trucking and I'm already starting to like country music.

Well my first 'week' so to speak on the job (actually only 3 days) felt like a good all-round run through of how the job will be. First day was super hot and sunny and extremely dusty, as I was out in the fields for a bit; day two started off with some torrential downpourage (downporridge?) for which I was issued an official company rainsuit. Yep, they must really like me... After a day job shadowing an older driver guy who was moving on (and is a walking billboard for why you shouldn't smoke two packs a day for 25 years) they tossed me out in the deep end on my own and it went pretty well. Not too much else to say about the job other than it's decently fun and I get to drive all over by myself with the radio blaring. Oh, and my truck just happens to have the most horsepower and overall badass-ity of all the company's flatbeds. Here's hoping no one clues into that and yanks it out from under me. Thanks for the hand-me-down, Ron!
I have a tendency to ramble on forever when given the chance, and as my last blog gave the Iliad a run for its money, I'll leave it at that for today. Besides, I have grocery shopping, kitchen cleaning, floor vacuuming, furniture dusting and band practice to get to. Oh, the life of a semi-domesticated semi-retired musician...

P.S. I still hate country. As if there was any doubt...