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I don't know what it is about my personality, but when people get to know me personally, even if it's only after a couple of days, they feel like they can spill their guts to me.
I'm a trucker and I've been training for a new job. The new job involves various local routes for pick up and delivery that you have to learn. What makes the job a little difficult to learn is that you have to memorize where all the stops are and how to get to them. One route will have 5 stops, another 6, and another 8. It's not too hard to do, but it requires a few days of riding with someone who normally takes care of the route to learn how things go.
It's in those situations, after a day or two of riding with someone, that I get sort of the trucker version of Taxi Cab Confessional. In my previous job of training truck drivers the same thing would happen. In that job I learned that one of my students was a convicted felon; another was into the swinger scene with her boyfriend; and another was debating with his girlfriend about having his penis pierced.
On the new job I've learned in detail about one guy's legal problem that no one else on the job knows about and I've only been there 3 weeks. Not even the boss knows. I'd been riding with the guy for 3 days. I also learned from a driver that I had to substitute for him because he was having a vasectomy done. I was riding with the guy for 2 days and he just came out with it. Another revealed that he was taking oxycontin for back pain and soon he was going to have surgery. I did most of the driving on that route. The guy didn't seem to understand why I insisted on doing most of the work ;).
I guess that in a way I'm kind of like that here with my posts. I have only met a handful of you in person, but I've written here about my experiences on the road and my battles with mental illness like I was talking to a life long friend. The difference is that you guys don't know who I am, where I live, and where I work. Not even the DUers I've met know where I live and where I work. When I meet people in person I don't talk about those things until I know them really well and I never talk to my co-workers about that stuff. Nobody in my family aside from my mom, dad and sisters knew about my battles with mental illness until just recently and I started getting treatment for that almost 4 years ago.
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