October 27, 2006

One morning in October, my company shooed me out of the corporate office. They wanted to make me appreciate my desk job more by showing me how common people sweat and labour on factory floors and cold, lifeless warehouses. Thus, instead of filling out forms, I got to hang around truckers for a day.

Truck drivers are pretty awesome. They drove me around the city, told me stories to entertain me, and bought me coffee to wake me up. I even got to take pictures of various shiny things. As it turns out, their job is a lot more fun than mine.

“So. Are you going to be a truck driver now?” Dave the truck driver asked.

“Yep. I’ll start working on my resignation letter right now.”