And no, I don’t meant pregnancy or menopause. Lol.
Bottom line is this:
I got a job. That’s why I’m not on the truck anymore. And yes, Darren still is.
The longer story goes something like:
For a while now I was spending my days on the truck googling online jobs, freelance writing gigs, freelance almost anything, stuff like that. I’m not sure why, but I guess I kind of felt useless, what I was doing. All I ever did was read, play on my phone, sleep, and eat. And somehow, knowing that my part of just spending money and not helping at all was not working for me.
If I shared my struggle with other people, they all told me that I was doing my part just in keeping my husband company on the truck so he didn’t need to do it alone. Everyone always said how amazing it looked to them. I couldn’t help feeling differently though. Life on the road is expensive. Those who’ve never done it will not understand the crazy amount of $ going into it.
Somehow the online freelance gigs never worked out. (I could get into that but I won’t.) Both my husband and I knew that something had to change, and since I have my class 1 learners license we decided the next step was for me to work on getting my full class 1 license.
Things didn’t go as planned there either. The training company said that since my enormous lack of experience in driving, I would have to take a 6 week course in driver training. I didn’t want this. This looked like an insurmountable obstacle to me in order to get my license. The other problem was that we didn’t have the several grand to pay for this.
Our town has an annual town fair every June called Summer in the City where I’ve been wanting to go to for years but never got the chance before. My husband mentioned maybe I could stay home for a trip to go to this thing and then we would figure out the rest. So I stayed home. And I decided to take the next step:
I decided to make myself a resume. I did research, googling what hiring managers were looking for in resumes. I made lists, noted helpful pointers, and studied for a full day. By the next day I had a rough draft of my resume and I proofread countless times. I bought envelopes, and figured out where to go to apply for jobs. The only job I really have experience in is serving, so that’s what I oriented my resume towards.
I think we all know by now that our plans rarely work out the way we plan. My husband’s and my plan was for me to apply to several jobs, then leave on another trip together and meanwhile wait and see if anyone would call me back. (Cuz normally it takes a couple of weeks of looking and waiting in the whole job search process.)
After dropping my resume off at several places, I went to one last restaurant and returned home to relax. I was barely in the door when I got a phone call from the manager, asking if I had time for an interview that same day. I was shocked. Things like this don’t happen. (I don’t think.)
Literally 90 minutes after I dropped off my resume I was back there for an interview. Not only was that unbelievable, but the man that interviewed me comes from the same area in Mexico that I do. Is that crazy or what?
We talked for a little while, and he said that he wanted the other manager of the establishment to talk with me also. He said he’d text me the time later, after he had talked with him. I wasn’t even home yet when I already had a text that said to come for a follow up interview the next day at 10 am.
I went. The interview wasn’t over yet and I already knew they’d hire me. I went home, decided to wait for the “official call”. By lunch they called me, asking me to come to work that weekend.
Stop. Let me just stop for a moment and let that sink in. I did not expect my job search process to happen way at all. Because these things don’t happen. I expected to apply, wait, call back, wait, get an interview or two, wait again, and maybe after a couple weeks get a mediocre job in a place I kinda hated. Now I got a job in an amazing high end establishment in less than 24 hours. And if that isn’t God, I didn’t know what would be.
So now I have an unexpected job. An amazing job, where I have gotten to know amazing people. The ladies that trained me were so helpful, patient and friendly. This is a job where I get hourly wage plus tips. And I get benefits, something that I’m so excited about since we didn’t get that before with Darren’s job. This job is 4 km away from my house, and on a big road which means winter driving shouldn’t be too bad. Let’s just say this is everything I could have hoped for and so much more.
God. The only explanation I have for this.
Starting this job so suddenly meant that I never got to have my “last trip” on the truck. I mean I didn’t know my last trip was my last one. If I had known I would’ve looked out the window more, haha. So I never got to say an official goodbye, but that’s okay. It’s probably easier that way.
And yes, my husband is still on the road full time. He’s gone for 6 – 10 days at a time before getting to stay home for a couple of days. I have purposefully kept my life offline for the past couple of weeks because I wasn’t ready for people to ask questions and to judge.
Most people don’t get it if a husband is trucking long distance and the wife stays home. They assume there has to be marital problems, and if not, there’s bound to be infidelity in either party sooner or later. It sucks that people have no perception and no empathy for this lifestyle.
This “long distance marriage” thing isn’t easy. We both didn’t expect it to be. We knew what we were getting ourselves into. For me though, what makes it bearable is knowing that this is only temporary. This is only for a couple of months. For now, this is our reality and in a while we’ll make another decision, something I won’t get into now.
I know couples who have been doing this for years, and I have all the respect in the world for them. Especially the ones with kids. Hats off to you.
So yes, for the past 4 weeks I’ve been contemplating a blog post, and since I got so many questions on Instagram lately I figured this would be easier than to answer all those DMs. It is what it is.