At the risk of stating the obvious, there aren't a lot of women in the trucking field. I was one of a handful at ht terminal I was based off of once they moved me to a new account. Of course, I was reporting to three women, so we had females in the office but they never went to the yard. I guess this put myself and the other female truckers at the risk of feeling like animals in the zoo. Story of my life. Cue all the blogs from Georgia here! No, I am not looking for a boyfriend, husband or team mate!I know I am a beautiful woman walking by myself. I have a friendly smile, but this is not the woods. Everybody calm down! I got a lot more looks in this small terminal than I did at the other one that was several times bigger! What gives? There's a guy I met my first weekend at the terminal. I was settling into my truck, still unpacking the rest of my stuff. I wasn't attached to a trailer, so I was able to park close to the building, for bathroom convenience.
I looked out and there was this tall, chocolate guy. Hi! I can't remember who greeted whom first. We ended up chatting for a while. We talked about everything under the sun. I had just moved into my truck, he was in the process of moving out of his. His was newer with a fridge in is. Why wasn't I given that one? Apparently, he wasn't in the same account as I. He was injured on the job, and thus was on leave and some low pressure position, etc. We ended up exchanging numbers. I didn't mind but I also knew that there was a high chance he was going to end up blocked. Sorry, folks, not sorry! Towards the end of out convo, it came out that my ex was white. From his body language, I don't thing Gray truck guy liked that (needless to say, his truck was gray in color). The final nail to the awkward coffin was when I told him I had to go because I needed to freshen up and visit my ex. WTF. Why is this awkward to mention to this random dude I just met?
He must have texted me a couple of times to find out how I was doing and how my meeting with my ex went. OK, thanks. I went to the building a few times and every single time I did, this guy happened to be walking into the building or out. He would be going to the vending machine, standing at the vending machine, or walking away from it. None of these times, did he actually end up buying anything.
I saw him again, some other time. He popped in and out of random locations again. I was parked in a different location this time, but this didn't seem to make a difference with the guys who happened to keep showing up in this yard. There were plenty of them. Gray, ended up randomly at the fuel isle as I was headed straight towards it to walk through on my way to my car. He looked at me as if in complete shock. I must have looked stunning, that n worked looked stunned as fck! He told me to have a good night, The vibe was weird but it was not my business.
Once or twice, he called while I was on the road. He asked me how things were going on the account. I was honest with him and told him I didn't like it. I saw him at the yard a different time. I was moving into another truck while they were going to work on my Volvo for the umpteenth time. He asked what my manager's name was, he wanted me to put in a good word for him as he was considering applying. Why would this guy try to apply with an account I just told him I hated and why would I put in a good word for him? I don't know him! I told him I wasn't going to be able to do that for him. Nothing personal. One time, he told me on the phone that he had a friend who was on the same account. The friend told him that my manager was fired. Gray didn't want to go into detail as there are cameras in our trucks. He didn't trust that that conversation wasn't going to end up in the wrong ears. He told me he was going to tell me in person. I was hoping never to see him again. He was right about my manager. I never saw her again. Now, we have two people sharing the same brain. Let's see how this will go. The other lady, who was nice-ish, ended up being promoted to our manager. She became extra nice, in a weird type way. You know when people who are really mean try to come across as nice? That was the feeling I got. I wasn't trying to talk to any of these people anyway. But their protocol was to call daily to check on us. Mine was never to talk to anybody on the phone. So, we had a bit of protocol clash there.
I am minding my business, walking to the shop for whatever random reason. At this point, I was at the shop, every two weeks. I see this guy who is so handsome with a hat on and wonder why he looked familiar. Fuuuccckk! It's Gray truck! Oh sht! I had already blocked him because last time I saw him, after he wanted to apply with my account, we chatted and he said something about how good he is with the clitoris, all you gotta do is this, that and the other, and this is how he likes to, this finger, that. It was a lot! I stood there with a straight face but I had only been that uncomfortable a few times in my life. I felt so violated. I really should have reported him for sexual harassment. Bumping into him was so awkward. We both said hi. He knew who I was. I was confused cos he had a mask on but I recognised him still. I went back in to say hi properly when I recognized who he was. Call me stupid but I hate awkward situations. We ended up chatting. He walked with me to my truck and told me he can't get through to my phone, to bring it out, so he can call me. I immediately unblocked him as I took my phone out of my truck. His call went through, he was baffled!
After that day, I blocked his number again, haha. I never saw him again. Luckily, he got a job in an account that reported to a different terminal. I did recently, this is now, months later, maybe a year even, get a message from him on Instagram. Something along the lines of hi Brook, how have you been? I never gave this guy my full name! I don't know how long he had been looking up my profile on Instagram but I didn't reply to his message. In fact, I blocked him there as well. Him messaging me on social media, really took the cake in the stalker-ness, to tell you the truth. Very uncomfortable!
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| A text from Mr Gray |
PS The above text came out of the blue. This was between blocks. I guess Gray happened to be thinking about me and remembered about my white ex, so he decided to try hooking me up with a white guy. For fucking what? I never said I was looking! Or that I needed help! I never replied to this text, so he followed it up with: That's supposed to be funny, by the way! I didn't reply to that either.
If, unlike our Gray friend, you would like to find me on social, I am @BabalwaBrook I also have a youtube channel use this link youtube.com/babalwabrook
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