GIVING THE GAME AWAY
Well, I’ve made a big decision. Thirty-three years I’ve been involved in transport and I’ve decided to walk away from it. Twenty five years as a driver – local/country / interstate finished.
Some may ask why. Some may not give a shit.
On January 16 last year, I lost my licence for six months due to demerits. In that time I’ve sat back and had time to think about things.
I enjoy my time with my family and have time to talk to my two daughters. Trying to make up for the things I’ve missed out on when they were kids growing up and I was away in the driver’s seat.
Times when I was away for days running backwards and forwards trying to earn a dollar to support my family that I barely saw.
When I went to work, my kids were in bed asleep. When I got home, they were in bed asleep. I’ve missed a lot of stuff.
And I’m sick of being treated automatically like a criminal when I’m pulled over or in, just because I drive a truck.
I’m sick of all the bullshit regulations written by brain-dead pencil necks who’ve never had anything to do with the industry.
I’m sick of a book telling me when I’m tired and when I’m awake.
I’m sick of being fined a week’s wages for a tiny error in my work diary. I’m sick of being treated like a second-class citizen by people because I chose to do the job I love.
I’m sick of seeing the brotherhood and the unwritten rules of the road disappearing before my eyes.
I’m sick of trying to teach new guys, and getting the ‘yeah, yeah, yeah ... I know’ attitude.
I learned the job the old-school way, in a yard loading pans and flat tops. Gates, hanging curtains, double tarping with a cap tarp.
Some of the guys these days would have trouble tying their shoe laces, let alone a hitch knot.
When I was a kid many years ago, the biggest rush I got was when a driver blew his horn to me doing the arm pump.
Then I became a truckie and thought that there was no better job in the world.
But the polish has faded, the fun has gone out of it. Time for a change.
This job runs through my veins, and it’s not an easy decision to make.
But if I don’t take the opportunity to get out now, I never will.
I’m not really fussed if nobody reads this. Just seeing it written down makes my decision more of a reality. Name withheld by request