Yeah I never got out much, I mean as soon as I got off of work it was back to the trailer till I left in the morning back to work. I didn’t go anywhere. My uncles place is 35 acres and he had me in a spot 40’ down and away from his house with water and power so I lived isolated in this “forest”. It was cool at first, but at the same time the traveling made it get old fast. I kept myself busy wrenching on my truck. Had no internet, and barely had a cell signal at the spot I was at. I kept two vehicles there, a beater Camry with 400,000 miles to commute back n forth to work, and my 1993 dodge truck to drive to home and back. Because work would take no excuses for not being able to show up, I carried spare parts like water pumps, master cylinders, belts, fluids, and was fully tooled up to make emergency repairs.
The rainy seasons were wicked. That thin roof of the RV did not do one bit of muffling the downpour rain sounds, and since I was below flat ground with a 40’ sloped hill right next to me, water was 3” high around my trailer. I had to lay down tall stepping stones just to get to the truck and back to RV.
Looking back at that part of my life living there for work, sometimes I couldn’t believe I mustered that or even stayed married. Chores at my house got backed up and wifey was left to run the household, and after a 6 hour drive and getting home around 9:30pm on Friday night I was a grouch that got grouchier thru out the weekend cause I had to play catch up with chores and maintenance that needed to be done. I miss the actual job, but I don’t miss the living and traveling conditions. The traffic clientele for the most part were @$$ holes that don’t think twice about riding your @$$ or cutting you off. Once, a dude fell asleep and rammed into my trucks bumper in stop n go traffic. I waved him on to pull over but instead he waved at me as he’s to my right now, and just drove off.
But hey, when a lot of people were jobless, I was thankful to have a job
