I was sitting at the truck rest area, blogging on my laptop. Guy in front of me was a trucker, foreign accent, having a conversation with a white guy. White guy wasn't a trucker, kind of a dolt tbh, not much to say, just common knowledge talking like it's his personal knowledge. Head in the clouds, 'educated' type, not knowing the grit of the lowest worker. Trucker was real. Talking bout life, the work, the money, and the slavery that is working.
2 million dollars a month earns the trucking company
they don't tell about driver deaths on the job, accidents falling asleep.
they don't do anything to help the families.
Cold blooded.
"God gives the money who don't deserve."
I'm take this money, I'm going to own a restaurant.
They're going to pay my bills.
If I make 20,000 I give 10,000 to build houses back in my country for poor people.
i want to make something tonight. something. something...
the power of my mind to solve challenges.
turn a difficulty into a useful tool
time to program up some projects.
i need to write down the list of ideas as they come
stuff that is interesting to do, to do list, funny things to try, needs that could be turned into a solution.
people are probably stealing all my passwords, accounts, and personal information over this unencrypted Internet connection. I keep seeing weird shit happen, like unverified sites and my email client asking for me to re-enter my password cuz the one on file didn't work. Whoever is hacking my communication, I don't have anything, so stop stealing my shit.
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