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| When does it stop being a job and become a profession... |
| 11.28.04 (10:03 am) [edit] |
When you care enough about what you're doing to do it well, regardless of whether someone sees you or not?
When you think about ways to do it better, more efficiently, in a more cost efficient manner?
When you arrive early and leave late? Skip lunch? Know the names of all the mailroom staff’s children?
When you miss every soccer/baseball/hockey game, every dance recital? Every performance? Every milestone step?
When you spend 10 years in school after everyone else is done to learn how to do it? And spend the rest of your life perfecting what you've learned?
When you bring home the biggest pay cheque on the block? In your family? That anyone in your family has ever earned?
All admirable attitudes, wouldn't you say? Well okay, maybe not the missing games and stuff thing, but the rest are things to be proud of doing for your job/work/profession, aren’t they?
Hmmm… so that means professionals are lawyers, doctors, social workers, accountants, journeymen of every trade, master tradesmen/women (eye roll), teachers, optometrists, chiropractors, councilmen/women (double eye roll), politicians, psychologists, psychiatrists, veterinarians, stuntmen/women (no eye roll.
I bet you all a hundred dollars you missed one. I bet very few, (if any) of you even thought of saying professional truck driver.
Well I’d like to introduce you to one. A true professional in every sense of the word. My husband, Dave, meet everyone. J
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Dave’s been driving for a wage/salary/paycheque since the age of seventeen. He would drive the school bus to school, park it, attend classes and see everyone home safely at night. He’s driven school buses, charter buses, tour buses, pickup trucks, delivery trucks, cube vans, 1 tons, 3 tons, 5 tons, tractor trailers, 18 wheelers, B-trains, A-trains and C-trains too. He’s hauled fuel, explosives, furniture, plutonium, uranium, dog food, bananas, me J and 4 dogs and innumerable other items. He’s been to every province in Canada but the four Maritime provinces, 44 of the 48 mainland states (he’s driven in snowstorms, ice storms, flash floods in Texas, dodged 3 different tornadoes in Louisiana and actually phoned me to complain about sleeping through one in Texarkana, Arkansas. EYE ROLL.
He’s been gone from home earning a somewhat decent salary for 6 weeks at a time. Only to come home long enough to kiss us all, eat a few decent meals, sleep in a bed that doesn’t move for 2 nights, and be off on the road again. He’s seen all sorts of sites and sights along the way, more than one fatality accident, lots of good people, and a few assholes too.
And yet, whenever we apply for anything, fill out any survey, tell anyone what he does for a living, the response is oh, just a truck driver. No, we answer, a Professional Truck Driver. And the debate begins…
So, what, you say? So anyone can get their Class 1 and jump inna semi and haul stuff…big deal. You’re right, anyone can. And sadly lots of folks who should not, do. But find me the professional truck drivers and I’ll show the fellas (and gals) that stop at those fatality accidents, hold the survivors in their strong arms, often dragging their own bedding out to wrap around those shaking shoulders, help set up road blocks for police officers, and watch out for everyone else on the road.
I’ll show you men and women that believe that what they are doing is a service to society and not just a job. I’ll show you people with every possible education level imaginable, every race and creed. I’ll show you people who know that when it crosses your plate, covers your back or adorns your house, it’s been in someone’s truck. They drive the nations’ highways, know where they are going, get there mostly on time regardless of weather, traffic and tourists and still maintain a full set of records of logs, manifests, bills of lading, not to mention road tax, mileage and hours driven. Accurately and up to date to boot too. All this, while controlling a vehicle that weighs roughly the equivalent of 10 Hummers, give or take a half of one.
So the next time you’re sitting in traffic and you see a truck lumbering up to the traffic light, going slow so that they don’t have to come to a complete stop, instead of dashing across a few lanes of traffic to grab that space in front of the truck, (you know the space he needs to stop those 80,000 or so lbs), just give a little wave. I know my husband would wave back, because he’s a Professional.
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| I'm a book about rabbits... |
| 11.15.04 (3:13 pm) [edit] |
... wonder what book I'd of been, had I picked armadillos...
Hmmm...
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're
actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their
assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they
build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd
be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
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| A Quiz, about Hoaxes, does it get any better than this? |
| 11.14.04 (2:33 pm) [edit] |
Click here
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| Road Rage :( meh... |
| 11.14.04 (10:15 am) [edit] |
So the topic of late appears to be driving, road rage and the like.
Suggested reading order:
Leslie's nasty little encounter with an idiot of the nth degree in Calgary of all places... bah...
Critter Lover While there check out the lion pic... and ooooo Mr. Mel a bit further done, damn that girl has good taste *GRIN*. ;)
Then for the lighter side of driving have a look at CapLion for his take on driving in snow... but I have to say.. 1/4" of snow and it takes a 4wheel drive to crawl up a hill... what the heck kinda hills have they got in NY... yeesh...
My own experiences have ranged from funny to what the heck is that person on. I'll stick with funny today.
A few years ago, when hubby was attempting to quit smoking. Not really a good time to go driving in the city, but anyway. As we drive down a street in the *nicer* part of Calgary no less, you know the areas where the houses are 200-300 thousand and people live in their basements because they can't afford nice enough (rolls her eyes) furniture for the front rooms but that's another post. Anyhoo, down this lovely 2 lane (coming and going) street we drive. At the posted speed limit. Mr. I'm in a hurry and can't you see that I'm driving a Porche keeps tailgating us. He's honking and waving and generally trying to use his car as weapon. Hubby keeps driving but I see his knuckles getting white on the steering wheel. I quietly remind him of the teens in the back of the van, and our littlest right behind him. He nods, curtly to me, but the knuckles stay white. We get to a place where there's a turning lane, and MR. Porche slides up on our right side, window down, fist a waving, curses a flying and gestures to my hubby to step outta the van. Hubby's knuckles got whiter and then he did it... he leaned forward, still holding tightly to the steering wheel and blew the fellow a kiss. I swear I thought the man's head was gonna explode... and he went to get out of his vehicle. Thankfully the light changed, and hubby indicated that with a polite beep of the horn. Mr. Porche drove off leaving a layer of his very expensive tires behind.
I was pretty impressed, as were my teens. My son said, gee how was he gonna explain that one.. the guy blew me a kiss so I blew a fuse?
LOL
HUGS
off to my day... enjoy yours.
tRu
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| Down Girl... or may I eat your arm for you? |
| 11.12.04 (9:23 pm) [edit] |
You are a GUARD DOG! You're eyes are always
focused on what's happening around you.
Whenever you feel invaded, or that those
closest to you are in threat of being violated,
you are quick to spring into action, protecting
what matters most to you.
What kind of dog are you?
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Woe betide the person that hurts one dear to me...
Or rather...
GRAARRRRR!!!!!!!
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| Here Kitty Kitty Kitty.... |
| 11.12.04 (9:15 pm) [edit] |
The Cheshire Cat! You're a sly cat who grins on the
outside, but schemes on the inside. Even your
best friends don't realize that you may
actually be their worst enemy!
What kind of cat are you?
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| Roots... not just another trendy store.... |
| 11.12.04 (6:57 pm) [edit] |
Sometimes I guess no matter how fast or far you run, you can't escape your roots...
You're Saskatchewan. Your life can get a little
boring-or is that a matter of perspective? Some
others would view it as dull while you would
view it simply as a slower pace of life, the
kind you like. You approach life cautiously and
are infinitely patient. You're not hooked on
the latest trends and prefer tradition to rapid
change. You have simple tastes and are not
extravagant.
What Canadian Province Are You?
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Yep, that's right, Saskatchewan born and bred... and No I didn't turn out the lights, my dog can't be seen running away for days on end, yes we do have hills, and there are so curves in the #1, they're just subtle.
Courtesy of Another lion (see link on the bottom on the left)
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