I have just ‘enjoyed’? my first complete (well, almost complete ) weekend off since I was in England way back in September.
Now it may come as a suprise to some of you, but I felt totally at a loss, I am not used to having this amount of time off in one go!, especially when there is nowhere to go, or at least nowhere to go compared to ’ back home’
I got to the house about Saturday mid-morning, fully expecting to be called back in for the usuall ’ oh ■■■■!, I’ve just found some freight I forgot about on Tuesday ’ phone call from my ’ Elevator does’nt go to the top floor ’ Dispatcher, but despite a ’ heads up ’ late Friday night, no phone call came (probably put his cell phone down someplace and has been looking for it since)
So I’m driving home from the yard feeling absolutely like a fish out of water, I’m not used to facing a weekend that does’nt involve running my arse off. What was I going to do, if he does’nt find the four day old freight that can still be delivered yesterday if I can get back in time from delivering the day before yesterdays freight, then I know I’m for a nice little earner as I am every weekend when I cover his arse.
I know if he has’nt called by evening then he probably won’t be calling at all, Once home I plonk myself down right here where I’m sitting now and stare blankly at the screen, it finally dawns on me, Wow! I’ve got at least half a day or even 1.5 days off, I can finally put lots of worthless twaddle like this on Trucknet, try for a wind-up or two and trawl e bay for obscure Punk albums finally released on CD. (which is what I did)
It is a sad state of affairs to have got myself into such a work regime, that I did’n t even realise I could have had a beer or two last night and still been legal to drive tomorrow!, I’ve become so used to not having a beer whilst living here, that when the opportunity does arise I miss it!..hopeless!, it’s kinda like getting a date with Nicole Kidman (I wish! ) inexplicably forgeting which day you’re supposed to meet her, only to find out it was the day before the day you thought it was,which was in fact the day you thought was the wrong day 
At 2 a.m. this morning another light bulb goes on in my head, I actually have time to write some articles for T&D, articles I have been putting on the back burner for a couple of months due to lack of time (I’m not the fastest typer in the world, in fact I’m not the fastest typer in this room, even though I’m here by myself 
) Great!, I dig out all my research paperwork, several rough drafts of some articles and set to work, the next thing I remember is looking at my clock and noticing it is now 6.20 am, over four hours later! but I have finally completed some work for T&D, ( Dave will be pleased ) I step outside for a ■■■, it’s too bloody cold to finish it, I come back inside, sit down and stare incredulously at a very blank screen where, 3 minutes before, there had been evidence of a whole night of work ( I’m sure, had it been anyone else it would have reflected about 45 mins of work!), I scrolled up, I scrolled down, I hit refresh I hit backspace, I hit the mouse, the screen, then finally the door! (waking her upstairs up, and having to deal with her sympathetic ranting! she is’nt aware of any a.m. hours before 10.30 ) GONE!, ALL GONE, every bloody bit of what I had worked on for over four hours, I can’t believe I spent my first Saturday night away from the truck in months, trying to be as productive as I can possibly be, without shifting gears, and it all goes ■■■■ UP!
all I could think about was making a nice cuppa , cuz a cuppa always makes things better, right?, but that was all wrong too, it should’nt have been a cuppa should it? it should have been a chuffin 12 pack of Fosters!, but it was Sunday, was’nt it, and I am in Georgia are’nt I? and as the whole world knows YOU CAN’T BUY BLOODY ALCOHOL IN GEORGIA ON A CHUFFIN SUNDAY!!!
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There, now I feel better, but not as better as a few Fosters would make me feel.
I’ve often wondered about the Evangelical, po-faced, puritan, religiously oppressive alcohol laws in this State, I mean, if these numbskulls are really to be believed, then Jesus’s second coming is imminent . Well, what I want to know is, what if he arrives on a Sunday, and not realising he’s in Georgia, he indulges in his old party trick of turning water into wine, wine is alcohol, he’s in Georgia, it’s a Sunday and he’s handing out alcoholic drinks to everyone! Would’nt it be kind of ironic for Jesus to show up after 2,000 years only to get his arse thrown in jail for breaking Sunday alcohol laws… just a thought 
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Now I’m going to attempt to re-do last nights work again. See Ya.