It started out so innocently. I was working for a Las Vegas construction company, in the accounting department. My husband, Harry, was driving one of the company’s delivery trucks that took supplies to the job sites around the city. One weekend he had an out-of-town run and I got permission to go along for the ride. By the time we were at the destination I knew I wanted to drive a big rig myself.
Truck driving school lasted about four weeks. There were twenty students in the class and only two women, a ratio that reflects the entire industry. I was learning a new skill at age fifty-four, so very different from the quiet and predictable desk jobs I had done in the past.
Being a woman in a man’s world can be challenging, is rarely boring, and is surprisingly comfortable. I have been treated with respect by my fellow Drivers and accepted without hesitation or condescension. There are no barriers.
If, a half-dozen years ago, someone had told me I’d be doing this job today, I would have laughed them off. Ten years ago, I would have assumed them certifiably insane.
Yet, here I am.
(Fifty eight years in 182 words.) Born in California. Father worked in construction; moved a lot. Settled in Southern California. Attended high school. Met best friend Harry. Graduated high school. Started College. Got married, not Harry. Moved to Washington State. Divorced. Worked as a waitress. Worked as a grocery clerk. Worked at anything that paid the rent. Wanted a career. Took an accounting course. Worked as accounting clerk. Got married. Worked as accounting clerk. Moved back to California. Daughter born. Stayed home with daughter for five years. Took job at her elementary school library. Daughter started high school. Worked at public library. Thought finally found my career. Went back to college. Divorced daughter’s father. Heard about reunion web site. Found best friend Harry living in Las Vegas. Moved to Las Vegas. Worked as accounting clerk. Married best friend Harry. First grandaughter born. Got tired of sitting at a desk shuffling paper. Enrolled in truck driver training school. Definitely found my career! Surprised friends with news. Went on the road with Harry. Second granddaughter born. Kept journal of adventures driving truck. Friends said journal would make a good book.