I had a lot of fun with the last photo blog I posted, and I thought it would be a great idea to try it again. This time, however, I thought it would be fun to follow Murdock throughout his day.
Then I remembered that I have my own job that I’m financially obligated to return to on a daily basis. So I asked Murdock to entertain one of my wild hairs, and supply me with pictures of his day, but without context. It would be up to me to fill in the blanks. If you know Murdock, then you know that any opportunity he has to use a camera (or camera phone) he is happy to oblige. He did not disappoint.
I don’t think it’s necessary to state here that Murdock is a truck driver by trade. I have driven him to work a few times, but every time I’ve dropped him off, his truck was outside. I can only assume his truck was being fueled up in this shot, unless the company he drives for has a special garage reserved only for their best drivers. Of course Murdock would have VIP parking.
It’s been a while since I got to call Murdock early in the morning, but I used to all the time, and I would always ask if he got his coffee. Neither of us are casual coffee drinkers, but Murdock, especially, needs a steady supply. I’m not sure exactly where he was delivering to in this shot, but it’s obvious that he knows the man on the forklift. I suspect that the forklift operator is one of Murdock’s many connections. He knows lots of people who also know lots of, usually, important and prominent people. Mr. Forklift Operator probably has connections to President Trump and Steven Spielberg.
I’ve never gotten to ride with Murdock. I want to one day. Maybe then he can show me what all of these buttons do. I’m fairly certain at least one turns his semi into a rocket ship and another is for the ejection seats.
Murdock insists that I work harder than he does. He is constantly getting in and out of his truck to unhook and hook up trailers, turn in paperwork, cleaning out trailers, and dozens of other things that can’t compare to my retail job. He is by far the hardest working man that I know, and he is genuinely good at what he does.
I have a knack for calling right when Murdock has to unhook a trailer. I’m pretty confident this is what he was doing when he took this shot. I’m sure he perfectly backed one of these trailers up to the dock in record time, gave himself a pat on the back, and drank some more coffee.
He even smoked a celebratory cigarette.
Murdock has been driving for a long time. I know that he hates it. I would give anything for him to be in a studio and behind a camera instead of on the open road. In spite of that, I’m a little jealous that he has these moments of quiet, open road while I’m stuck in a building dealing with actual people.
I am equally envious of views like this. This is everything I love about the South. You can drive a mile or two in almost any direction and find farmland. It’s a peaceful break in the urban waves. It’s a reminder that the kind of life we want to have is still there.
Murdock always tells me “I’m at my second home” when he goes to Sandy Springs, but whenever he says he’s going to Michelin, I assume he’s going to Greenville. He probably delivered a ton of pallets of rubber strips or something tire related.
I can only assume this is part of a loading dock or something. If it is, how in the world is it so clean??? Where’s the scuff marks and scratches from less skilled drivers backing in too hard?
He was probably dropping a trailer somewhere else at this point. It looks like some sort of chemical plant. Murdock probably also knows tons of important people here, too.
Did I mention how amazing he is at his job? He parallel parked this big truck like it was nothing. I can’t even park straight in a normal parking spot! And he wonders why I always hand him my keys when we are going somewhere…
Apparently he had his truck converted to rubber materials while at Michelin. I’m sure this will make his tight turns so much easier. Why he hasn’t bragged about this at all is beyond me.
I love Murdock’s perspective of things. When he takes a photo, he is able to give it meaning. This one, for me, causes a sense of nostalgia. This one is one of my favorites.
I will always argue that he works hard. He doesn’t belong on the highway, and I feel at ease when his hands are holding mine instead of a steering wheel.
I’m not sure if he dropped this trailer there or if that’s where he found it. I would like to imagine he didn’t know what to do with it, so he casually ditched it in an empty lot so he could go home sooner. “This is fine,” he would say, with a shrug, and drive away as if nothing happened. “Nothing to see here, guys!”
He probably gets tired of holding this. I’m pretty sure he was almost done with his day at this point, ready to drop his last trailer, turn in his paperwork, and clock out.
Safety first. No “Jerry Alarms” here. That’s an inside joke. In all seriousness, I’m glad he’s safe at work. It means I’m worrying for no reason, and that’s somehow relieving.
I’m almost certain this is what the trailer hookups look like. I think he’s talked about it enough that I don’t have to see it to recognize it. I could be wrong. It could be some high tech top secret something only truck drivers know about.
I hate it when it rains while he’s on the road. Driver’s around here seem to forget everything the moment the sky turns gray. Murdock is amazing at what he does, but he can’t control what other people do.
I was excited to receive this photo. Either the interior of his truck underwent a sudden transformation, or that’s the dash of his car.
Murdock isn’t always home before the sun sets. I am glad when he is, but there are times when I’ve gone to bed well before he can even think about calling it a night. Any day that he can call it a day while it is actually still day time is a good day.
I should note that my favorite part about this photo-blog was how enthusiastic Murdock was about contributing to it. His willingness to not only indulge my creative whims, but to endure my oddities is truly a gift. I can’t imagine my life without this man. I also can’t wait until he can fully devote his time to filmmaking instead of dodging bad drivers and navigating narrow roads. Until then, if you’re driving near one of these guys, give them some room. One of ’em’s mine, and I want him home in one piece.