So one of our drivers had a “maybe” [tag]heart attack[/tag]. What is a “maybe” heart attack anyway? Is that what it is when I get a tight chest and my left shoulder tightens up? If so I should see a “maybe” doctor. Screw it.

Due to this “maybe” heart attack I am now running [tag]Safeway[/tag] groceries to [tag]Calgary[/tag] on the [tag]midnight shift[/tag]. Why is it called the midnight shift anyway? Isn’t midnight actually morning? If not, why is twelve a.m. not twelve p.m. to denote that it is NIGHT? This has always confused me. You would think at my age things like this would be trivial. Well, it gives me something to think about while driving to Calgary and back in the dark.

What really sucks about this shift is driving into the sunlight at the END of the shift. Try and tell a body that likes sleeping around one or two in the morning that it is okay to go to bed at TEN in the morning. It isn’t that easy. Even once you convince the body that is okay to sleep you have to convince the friggin’ DOGS that it is bed time when they are thinking, “PLAY WITH ME!” “What are you doing home anyway?”

Oh well. There is a bright side. I am home everyday, literally. I can BLOG. I have weekends off!! That is the most important part. Not to mention, the highway to Calgary is great with primarily [tag]TRUCKS[/tag] on it. Driving through rush hour traffic in the morning is a bit of a bitch, but I am the biggest mother-f*^&%^ on the road so I win most of the rush hour road rages!

There was a saying some 20+ years ago, “Born on a mountain. Raised in a cave. [tag]Trucking[/tag] and F*&^%$# are all I crave.” At least at 43 I can still TRUCK!

Keep the Shiny Side UP!