Weekend Work, Old Age and Lack Of Compassion
Here I am, sitting in a cab of a truck on a gloomy Sunday in May. Waiting to be loaded.
I keep telling myself that I am too old for this, working all week in an office and then driving a truck on weekends.
I wonder, how much strength I have left to do it?
I look at those old dudes still putting hours driving trucks or ladies stacking shelves in supermarkets and imagine myself doing the same thing.