A page a day. The 6 to 2

 Myself, Becky and Judy all had jobs. We worked at the local truckstop. Becky had a car.

I worked a lot of different shifts but six till two was my favourite shift, and I settled into a routine of mainly doing 6 am in the morning till 2 pm in the afternoon. As often as possible possible, I took overtime after 2 pm as well.

At 5:15 every morning we would all pile into Becky’s car. It was a clapped out and very old Ford fiesta. It was white where paint remained.

Owing to a combination of rural roads and the condition of the car, all journeys to work were interesting and not without incident. In the winter, when ice and snow lay on the roads, the precarious journey took place largely sideways.

Becky drove like a fearless Demon. Which is just as well because we always got there, and in fact, we were always early.

Becky and Judy both worked in the kitchen while I worked on reception.

To this day, I still have a plate which could only have been liberated from that kitchen. Judy made a cake in the shape of a naked man as a present to me for my birthday. She did it entirely in that kitchen on kitchen time with kitchen ingredients and gave it to me on that kitchen’s plate. I still have it.

One evening, the 3 of us went out. There was entertainment on at the sports and social club in the village. Male strippers. It was quite the night.

Every Wednesday we would go into town, Wednesday was payday. One Wednesday Our stars were aligned. Judy won £10 on the scratchcards, and I found a job advertised in the job centre. I was rushing to tell Judy because I was excited, and she was rushing to tell me because she was excited.

Judy married, a truck, driver and left. THey settled in Felixstowe. Becky, Married Jeff. I left to take the job.