The Speed Management class was as expected. I just had to sit in on that segment of the Orientation class. Watched the “Iron Mike and Hobo” video. Listened to bits about following distance and reaction time. Blah blah. Nothing was said about how to avoid speed traps. But I sat there for about an hour and then signed a piece of paper stating that I had done so. A good time was had by all.
Now I’m just waiting on the PM. Looks like it might take a while. I’ve only caught the mechanic under my truck once. For the most part, he’s been wandering around talking to the other mechanics.
No worries. It’s a pleasant enough day. Even with the rumbling of idling trucks to my right and the jabber of truck drivers to my left (swapping lies in the break room inside). Occasionally the wind will blow through. When it does I close my eyes and turn my face into it, and let it waft through me. I haven’t forgotten.
I tossed out my diet for today. I’ve done my time and deserve a reward, I think. So for lunch I walked to the convenience store next door. Had the lunch of the gods. Fried bologna sandwich, a B.L.T. and a bottle of Senorial sangria (non-alcoholic, if you must know).
Really, I’d rather be playing World of Warcraft. Or walking in the Kings Mountain Battleground. Or driving the damned truck, really. I’m just bored. I’m looking forward to getting out of here and as far away from the fuck-tard as possible (I can feel his evil presence lingering just over there in the main building).