Driving a semi truck over the age of 50

There's something in the interior of the truck that gives me muscle aches

The interior of vehicles can be toxic to some people, even the seatbelts, which they love for us to strap next to our bodies, can be laced with 'Nickel', and other toxic dye's, which could be why some people get cancer, or even breast cancer since the belt goes right across most women's breast area.

All I know is when i'm in this Freightliner truck, I never feel right until I'm out of the truck.

Do your own research...or listen to this for starters, a Podcast about toxins inside of vehicles...www.spreaker.com/episode/52167260

Work today, feels like spiritual death to me.
That's what happens when you stop loving what you do or the over all environment.

I work for a pay check and that's it, at this stage of my life.

About to begin my work day, have mercy on my soul



About to begin my work day, please have mercy on my soul..
It's not so bad once you actually get there, it's the build up to going back to work, after having a few days off, is what's so tense filled.
Like the Sunday before a Monday.

Anyways, time to get up and out there and babysit cars (4-wheelers) all day.

Cool, I just found out, from app, that I don't have to work tomorrow, but gosh dern I wish I had known that earlier...I just found out, so went through the whole pre work day depression mood.

Dern, I wish I had known that earlier, I'd of done things differently today...dern.

One thing I don't miss about OTR driving, that is when you driver over the road, and live inside of truck for weeks, sometimes months, is I don't miss having to daily, use public restrooms, either at truck stops or rest areas.

That's just so inconvenient, for many reasons.
For one, you don't always feel social, just like when you're home, when home in your house or apartment, you don't feel like getting dressed at 6 am in the morning, or late at night, just to go to the bathroom.
But when at a truck stop or rest area, when you head to the bathroom, there's other people, and so you have to be presentable, and if not, you feel eyeballs on you.

Most drivers take leaks next to their trucks, rather than strolling quarter mile to use bathroom inside of TA or pilot or loves, ect.

Truck stop parking lots can be massive, and if parked in the very back, that's quite a walk just to take leak, not to mention if it's cold out or raining, or extremly hot.

I'm just glad I don't do that anymore, and if did, would have to be compensated a whole lot of money this time, to endure those indignities.

I've never taken unemployment before, cause I've always left jobs on my own.

But this time, well.
In that was notified that my 'smart drive score', needs to come down...well I don't have time for the back story, but I basically responded by saying 'smart drive isn't my god'.

Long story short, in same text was told have 2 weeks to get score down, and that's, I guess, when I kind of snapped....2 weeks are what?, I thought to self.
2 weeks and I'm free from a job I no longer enjoy? Cool, but like a former manager/co-worker of mine did once, he waited to be fired to get unemployment.

This guy was W and way younger than me, but totally new how to play the system, well I'm not trying to play any system, but at my age, hell, why not receive some unemployment instead of rushing back to work??

I'm 50+, why do I need to still hustle so much when our nation keeps sending Ukraine billions of dollars, probably near a trillian by now, so that overseas people can get rich.
Sorry, it doesn't cost that much to fund a war, we've spent more on Ukraine in 2 years or one year, than 20 years in Afghanistan, can you say money laundering?

It's sickening, and that's just one example, so heck, why should I feel guilty about taking a few small checks a month, when my money has been getting raided my whole entire life by the government.

Anyhow, we shall see.

Heading off to work now, just another long meaningless day to me.
I need a job that has meaning to me, of course, but that's easier said than done.