The need for hugs (or the inability to stop and give them)

                                                

    I need to take a moment to vent if  y'all could indulge me for a moment. Let me begin with a little back story, my lady has got some shit goin on concerning the kids and her ex. These would be some seriously big big issues. The size of going up shit creek without a paddle issues. Well that's what we hope anyways. Unfortunately these issues involve sittin in a court room, testifying, shutting down emotions and all else. I know very stressful indeed, the shit this MEALY MOUTHED, MAGGOT EATING, POND SCUM SUCKING, FUCK and his retarded attorney have pulled in this whole process since he got arrested in October of last year make me firmly believe and sorely miss the days when it would have been totally legal to string 'em up from the tallest tree, right along side the horse thieves and murderers. Ya slightly graphic but still. Yesterday was an evidence hearing for the defense to try to prove the state has no case against the fuck. At basically the eleventh hr (well two weeks before said hearing) my lady gets a subpoena from said retard attorney to come testify on the defenses behalf. So she spends the entire day sittin outside in the hallway of the courthouse, 'cause in this post O.J. day and age we live in god forbid witnesses sit in the court room so they can be swayed by other peoples testimony. Sittin outside in a complete state of shutdown, 'cause nobody knows what the attorney will ask or what kind of bullshit from the past may get drudged up. Yes folks her ex is a real winner let me tell you. And after all the stress and worrying what does this stupid excuse for an attorney ask my lady..........Do you know the detective? That's right, do you know the detective. Jesus Christ on a palomino talk about a waste of someones time!!!!!! The fact that this fucked with her emotionally and otherwise makes me want to find this bastard(the attorney) hang him, draw him, and quarter him like in medieval times. So the day is done, she gets home and calls me to let me know what all went on etc etc.

   Now comes the reason for this post, in telling me what happened and stuff i hear my lady nearly flip her lid 5 times. On her kids, cats, everything. And at the end of the night she loses it, crys and breaks down on the phone right there. Tells me she wishes i was there to hold her and then cusses herself saying it aint fair to me to say that cuz i probably want to be there to. Well ya i would have loved to be there to offer my support and love, but due to unforeseen breakdowns on Tue (my first one with the new truck yay!) i couldn't make it in time. Hearing this kinda hurt, but on the other hand, it's the life we live being gone from home usually for a month at a time, cuz the brokers we use come up with the worst freight we can imagine thinking it's the cream of the crop causing the necessity to run our dicks into the ground in order to make a living. Or at least try to, but i digress. Like i told her last night and repeat in this post it aint unfair to say that or even think it, it's on of the things that keeps me and guys like me goin out here knowing there is someone at home that misses us and needs that comfort and security we offer when we can be there. Now this morning i find out that my "driver manager" assigned to me by said broker was suppose to call me yesterday and tell me to go home for a night postponing my delivery til Friday. Did they? NO!!!!! I get a phone call this morning at 8:15 with the voice on the other end of the line saying "please tell me your not at you delivery", duh stupid where else would i be? I know the term professional is lost on most people anymore but fuck it still means something to me. Sure would be nice if my "driver manager" could wrap their mind around that, but alas I've been trying to make that happen for the almost 2 years I have been back with this broker to no avail. I would take this opportunity to interject that any comments about qualcomms in the comment section will be met with unpretty results. You're my friend and do me a good job, and this post aint directed towards you, and i understand loyalty and all but take a step back and see my point of view. (you know who you are) The person who knows who they are is one of two in this organization that get professionalism and the second i question sometimes. So now i sit in Ontario Oregon all day waiting to load a 3 drop load in the morning, where i have to turn 2000 miles over the weekend to make my first drop in Kentucky. So needless to say no hugs even after i load tomorrow. As I'm sure you can imagine yours truly has been LIVID for most of the day. But after watching netflix most of the day on the fold able, portable porno watching device and a couple conversations with my lady, who as i type and post this is having a "calgon take me away moment", i know i know it was new to me too. I have been able to somewhat calm down (thank god for Voltron Force and Star Trek, did i mention i'm something of a nerd at times to?) So knowing tommorrow is gonna be a lonmg and hugless day i shall take thois oppritunity to say I love you sweetheart with all my heart and soul!!!! And hope to be home soon.
   I thank you all for taking the time to allow me a moment of venting, and if any are offended by the content in this post.....deal with it it's my blog and my right to put what i want on here and if you don't like it piss off.




                                                                                           I remain as always your humble servant,
                                                                                                          The wandering gypsy