The world becomes a very small place when you’re used to the whole of the country being your oyster. I’d got used to not knowing what part of this country I would be working in the following day.
Then the world became my office at home, and my training room just 9 miles away.
It has it’s advantages, but it doesn't stretch my mind at all, there is no challenge, no expectation of a job well done.
Today, I agreed to go back to lorry driving ( that word I vowed never to mention on here again, so as not to annoy Zero and IIH) at my old firm to cover just 9 weeks holiday relief.
The agreement is that if the arthritis wins, I can come home at any time with no hard feelings, but I won’t let it win.
I start next Tuesday and for the first time in the last year I have a proper smile on my face.
I’m going back to what I do best, what I know and love. Working with a great crowd of lads who see me not as a female, but just as a lorry driver, an equal, and a mate.
Can I still reverse into an impossible yard? I don’t know, but I’ll have fun trying again.
I can laugh at my own mistakes and that’s always a good start.
Why am I telling you this? Well, I would like to think I’ve made some friends along the way on here, but the last few weeks has got me questioning that a little.
I’ve relaxed on here, and expected to have the banter that I’ve always been used to with the lads I work with, but it didn't work that way.
I’ve always been reminded that I was female, and felt I shouldn’t have an opinion if it differed from the majority, and someone always managed to point that out.
I just want you all to know that my posting may be sparse for a couple of months, but you haven’t won:)
I will be back, I will still have opinions and I will still voice them, so if you see a female lorry driver on the road in a Brett’s Transport Scania, feel free to stop me and you’ll find I’m not quite as obnoxious as I seem to come over to you sometimes!
If I happen to be in leafy North Yorkshire Iffy, YOU can buy the coffee.
Pat
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