The Return of Mr Hotshot: B&B part 5

Well, it looks as though Trucking in English really will be about trucking again very shortly, as I have managed to produce a tolerable test drive and am almost employed again. The paperwork and other bits of admin begin next week, with an eta of the week after that for actually being back in the cab. 13 speed gearboxes and 75 foot trailers seem to be similar to bicycles in that it all comes flooding back. So, it would be timely to finish the tale of the end of my business career, it sort of explains a pressing need to drive off into the sunset for a living.
 
(If you missed the other posts in the B&B series, here are links to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4.)
 

Mr Hotshot came back into our lives, by way of a bizarre phone call, six months after he was evicted.… Read on...

Mr Hollywood Hotshot: B&B part 4

Ok, back to the B&B for a while, and part one of the tale of Mornington Cresent’s ultimate nemesis…

 

(If you missed the other posts in the B&B series, here are links to Part 1Part 2Part 3 and Part 5.)

 
They arrived one Sunday afternoon in the depths of a miserable and empty winter. They checked out our pet-friendly room, with a view to an extended stay of about six weeks. She was quiet, with a friendly smile. He was large, loud, and faintly objectionable. But the dollar signs in my eyes overcame the warning signs in my belly and I chose to overlook the fact that the dog, a scruffily nice black Lab called Brodie, tended to flinch if you raised your hand to pat his nose. I quoted a slightly inflated price by way of compensation for putting up with them. They agreed instantly and asked to move in right away.… Read on...

The Beginning of the End: B&B Part 3

Episode three of an exercise in trying to decide whether there’s a book to be had from the B&B days. If you missed the other posts in the B&B series, here are links to Part 1Part 2Part 4 and Part 5.
 

It wasn’t Fay who finished me off in the end though, it was the guests. You’d think that a nice little B&B tucked away in rural Ontario, where the tourist attractions have to do with Mennonite farmers’ markets, quilting extravaganzas and the world’s biggest Maple Syrup Festival (I kid you not) would attract people with manners and wholesome habits. But it turns out that quiet little tucked-away places are also where you go if you want to fly under the radar. Who in their right minds would book into a hotel chain with managers and security if you want a room from which to turn tricks on a rainy night?

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More Mornington Crescent: B&B Part 2

So, the interview went well but from 25 applicants there is a shortlist of four for one driving post. This really shows what a hit the road haulage industry must have taken last year, since all us truckerly grads had jobs before the ink was dry on our licences the first time around. Leaving Challenger when I did was clearly a big mistake, but I didn’t have a lot of choice at the time. I am taking my mind off worrying about it by continuing the tale of the B&B years. Those of you who held my hand through it all will know a lot of this and anyone following Birds on the Blog will have read it already…really hoping to have more tales of 18 wheeled mishaps for you soon.

After an initial post about buying the B&B for the Birds (who are, after all, a blog circle for women in business) they were kind enough to ask me ‘what happened next?’ which led to a spot more writing…
 
(If you missed the other posts in the B&B series, here are links to Part 1Part 3Part 4 and Part 5.)
 
The first thing that happened was that I mentally retraced my steps and re-evaluated every piece of advice I’d been given.… Read on...

Entrepreneur? B&B Part 1

Well, there’s an interview for a trucking job on the horizon, so it’s just possible that Trucking in English might be about trucking again sometime this decade. In the meantime, I have been guest blogging for the peerless Birds on the Blog about the haplessly bizarre B&B days. It appears that enough time has passed, the experience is passing from trauma to farce, and there’s a story sort of emerging. So, I’ll reproduce here part of how it all started. A small series might follow.
 
(Indeed it did, you can follow the rest of the series with links to Part 2, Part 3Part 4 and Part 5.)
 
I wasn’t expecting a life filled with drunks, prostitutes, cocaine addicts and murderers to be honest. I just wanted to be a legal Landed Immigrant in Canada. Ben and I had spent 18 months here in the ‘90s, on temporary visas, and decided we liked it enough to move permanently.… Read on...