by wtfcanada2015@gmail.com | Dec 21, 2018 | BLOG
‘Twas The Run Before Christmas By Ted Light
‘Twas the run before Christmas, in the cab of my truck, A hundred miles from home, I’m in need of some luck.
The kids hung their stockings, but are feeling quite sad, They must go to bed now, and they wonder, “Where’s Dad?”
With a kiss and a hug, all will be right, But alone in the kitchen, Mom grows more uptight.
Earlier that day, the children were grinning, As they speckled the tree, with bright balls and trimming.
Then sipping hot chocolate, and playing Christmas songs, And talking about Daddy, who’s been gone too long.
And now I can see her, her brow creased with fret, As the children start dreaming, there’s no presents yet.
Curled on the couch, running a hand through her hair, In the glow of the tree lights, hoping I’ll be there.
Then I imagine the morning, with my love at my side, In tumbling our children. I must finish this ride.
Howling winds, blowing snow, and ahead all is white, Doubts creeping in. Will I make it tonight?
Beside me in the cab, with the wind unforgiving, Pretty packages sit waiting, for sweet Christmas giving.
I’ve a truckload of wishes, and I must deliver, But the storm keeps on roaring, as my old engine shivers.
It’s hardy and stubborn, and it’s taken me miles, And I’ll need it tonight, to see my kids’ smiles.
Rolling over the drifts, rubber gripping the snow, My big rig keeps moving, but ever so slow.
I’m gripping the wheel, and grinding her gears, And that fierce wind’s just whistling, and I can’t hardly steer.
And great gusts are blowing me, to the side of the road, And I’m fighting my fear, as I steady my load.
What was that I noticed, with a glance to the sky, Could the weather be clearing, did a star catch my eye?
And then, in a heartbeat, not a moment too soon, The night sky emerges, twinkling stars and bright moon.
With clear road ahead, I quickly arrive, The children peek from the window, as I pull in the drive.
I pat the door of my rig, as my feet touch the ground, For on this special night, it brought me home safe and sound.
With a heart full of joy, and a smile on my face, I open our door, to a loving embrace.
The gifts round the tree, make a beautiful sight, Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
From all of us at WTFC we wish each and everyone of you a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.
Shelley, Sylvie, Joanne , Margaret, Carol , Caroline, Jennifer, Samantha, Sud, Johanne, Kimberly
We hope you enjoy this new song by our friends The Danny Thompson Band
It’s a Small Town Christmas
by wtfcanada2015@gmail.com | Nov 11, 2018 | BLOG
Sassy is my emotional support dog. She’s a very necessary part of relieving my general anxiety and I thought I would share her with you as well as how this is accomplished in the trucking industry.
I picked her carefully looking for a submissive personality as well as no anxiety. A support dog is to comfort an individual and they being stressed can have the opposite effect. I also allow her time to be a dog, run in the park, socialize and walk trails with me. Most people know the road is difficult to manage to eat properly never mind care for a dog but I make time work the best I can for both of our sakes. She is happy and healthy and thriving out here and I take better care of me because I make the time. The breed of dog doesn’t matter really, it’s the bond you form with your dog that centers you. She needs an hour a day and I need an hour a day to get things done and still drive the 600-700 miles I need to everyday. We get lucky a lot where we deliver and I usually unhook and take off to the nearest park to run around. I plan where I reset my hours to make sure there’s a park close by.
I have talked to a few other drivers with Emotional support dogs and it seems anxiety and depression are common factors. Social anxiety requires their dog to accompany them into truck stops and restaurants so the dogs can be taught different skills according to what your needs are. There are lots of sites that encourage you to register your dog but I know ESD’S do not require registering or cards in fact depending on the state or province, people can not even ask because of privacy laws.
I do know according to a service dog site that in Ontario you require a note from a doctor or nurse in a restaurant or shopping center. I would research though before you end up somewhere with your dog that you shouldn’t be.
Over-the-road driving is tough on a person for many reasons, lack of time to live outside of the truck and feeling like you’re a wanderer with no home can really do a number on your emotions and minds out here. Sassy provides the grounding necessary for my life and I am thankful to have her.
Carol and Sassy
Carol Pritchard is an owner operator at Pride Group Logistics . Carol is also a director of WTFC.
You can reach Carol at carolp@wtfc.ca
by wtfcanada2015@gmail.com | Oct 17, 2018 | BLOG
I wanted to share with you about my PTSD. I am not going to go into details of my past trauma but I wanted to show what living with my brain has been like all these years. When people hear I have PTSD most do not understand which is normal actually, its hard to describe and subject to individuality.
To start I am going to describe what I remember when I realized the full scope of what I had to deal with. Imagine living in fear with a flight or fight response continually. That’s what I remember as well the panic attacks, the anxiety and feeling bad that I felt this way. I tried so many ways to cope and nothing would or could relieve me. When something traumatic happens it actually causes your brain to change, neurons are made and your brain changes to cope. It is individual because there isn’t just way one for things to change.
In 1997 I had a boyfriend who transferred vehicles, trucks for a living and I used to go with him. The garbage trucks were stinky but for the most part I enjoyed hanging out. I got in my first Peterbuilt, it was an old one and I was agog over the dash and gauges. I decided right there I was going to do everything I had to drive one. I was 27 and never even had a driver’s license when I went to get my first permit. I was terrified as usual but determined and I made a firm plan of 5 yrs and how I was going to accomplish my goals. My boyfriend enjoyed torturing me for 2 yrs teaching me to drive, he never let me drive during the day and always during the worst weather mother nature could throw at me. I panicked all the time, would stop and center myself and begin again. Over and over this cycle continued until I could cope and not panic, then he let me drive on a sunny day. I am always grateful to Bill Coates for taking on me with my issues and making sure I knew how to drive and to be able to do so without panicking. I did accomplish my goals and end result being my AZ and it was a difficult journey but not my last. I made myself work at a job driving through every license, GZ, D, A. I stepped up as I was capable and felt comfortable. I planned and executed this despite my PTSD.
In 2007 the auto industry went to Mexico and drivers were laid off. I was one of them and I decided to attend college and study accounting. School was exhausting really because dealing with people for so long in a day stressed me out considerably. Determination and hope I would get used to it kept me going and I finished with a decent average. So now I had my AZ and a college diploma and was quite happy because I started with just a damaged brain really and no education, no hope for the future. I got a job just out of school covering a maternity leave as a CSR with a trucking company. I have to say I hated the job but I needed to make money so I went and did my job. It was then that I found out about a brain retraining program for PTSD. I was excited and attend the orientations and was interviewed and accepted into the program only to have my boss say it’s the program or the job and since I needed the money I stayed with the job. I decided to research and try to change my brain myself. I discovered my limitations but slowly with self analysis I figured out what kind of triggers, what happens during a trigger and how to catch myself before my brain does what it does to shut off a lot of the panic. I learned how to ignore my impulses to react that used to frustrate me to no end.
So now I have my new challenge which is owning and I have slowly through the years become quite balanced. I still have a brain that has impulses to panic and fear but I have learned how to do what I want anyways. I still am struggling with relationships and until I figure out a way to get through that limit I am just loving, accepting myself with all my flaws, there’s really no use beating myself up over something I cannot change.
Carol and Sassy
Carol Pritchard is an owner operator at Pride Group Logistics. Carol is also a director of the Women’s Trucking Federation of Canada .
You can reach Carol at carolp@wtfc.ca
by wtfcanada2015@gmail.com | Aug 29, 2018 | BLOG
We exchange our time for money, that’s what being a grown up is. As drivers we exchange A LOT of time. Most of us try to fit in bits and pieces of “real life” when we get home, before we leave again on our next time exchange mission.
I’ve hauled livestock in western Canada for a decade. I have a fabulous husband who does the same for a different company. We are very good at making time for each other, at least one day a week… except spring and fall, our busiest seasons. Summer is a flurry of vacations and galavanting and trying to make up for lost time before we go back to trying to figure out who has time to do laundry and groceries that week.
Something happened last night that made me sad. I let my sister in law down. Her dog is very sick, I promised to drop off a special med that I had and some other things this morning before I went to work (assuming I had to work this morning, cattle dispatch is fly by night at best) I got home at 9pm, showered and started to gather things for her. Dispatch called “break down, you need to fill in NOW. You’ll be gone 3 days”. Cursing and swearing I packed my bag and left. The dog forgotten, not that I had time to prepare my hocus pocus potion now anyway.
I realized this morning that the only person who can actually depend on me is my dispatcher. My husband and I have a long standing agreement to expect that things are always subject to change. My mother in law often invites us to dinner and I’m sure she’s used to ‘I don’t know if we will be home.. ‘ as an answer. Neither of us have kids, thank god.
My company and Jason’s are similar. We are both valued “dependable” employees. I’ve been bribed with a beautiful 700hp 2005 W900L that I was allowed to custom design in my first year here. It’s “my” truck and no one but me has keys for it. They pay me well most of the time and I don’t complain. Jason has been bribed with a 2018 w900L flat top glider that he also had a hand customizing. The latest in a long line of beautiful trucks his company has bought for him.
I guess you’re probably thinking ‘what’s the problem???’ Well… is this the payment for being unreliable to everyone but the guy at the 1800#? The little bonus for not only exchanging my time, but also being on call 6 days a week 24 hours.
I often wonder what my time is truly worth.
Maggie McCaskie 
