I wanna be a trucker. Not now. After I'm done teaching. I think.
Doesn't it sound like fun?
I mean, I don't want to be what most people think of when they think "trucker." I want to be a new-fangled sort of trucker. It would be the coolest job.
I would listen to books on tape, maybe even learn another language. I would spend my time in the cab (because the place where you drive is called the "cab") productively. Why not kill as many birds with one stone as possible? I would finally "read" all of the books I've been putting off reading (as long as they're available on cassette), and I could really spend my time thinking about my books. I would devour them!
When I wasn't listening to books, I would be thinking. Just thinking. I wouldn't have to talk to anyone. I mean, if I wanted to I guess I could talk on my CB, but that would only be if I wanted to. Most of the time I don't think I would really want to, so I wouldn't.
And I would probably be the only trucker listening to Modest Mouse and Keane on an iPod. But, by god, why not change that image of a trucker, too?
The inside of my sleeper cab would smell of Cotton Blossom, from Bath & Body Works. It would be spotless (unlike my car, lol). I would have lovely bedding with a down comforter and a very firm pillow for sleeping, and it would be color-coordinated with the outside of my rig.
This is something I think about from time to time as I drive home from work. Usually on days when I'm tired of having taught the same lesson six times, or I'm tired of having said something for the thousandth time. I think about how nice it would be to do a job that is so utterly different and how, with my education and personality, I would do it so differently than most people usually do it.
I probably will never actually drive a big rig. Truth be told, I'd be a little afraid of having to back the thing up. But a girl has to have something to dream about.