Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Poor Matilda

Well ..... we all know I was ......... sent home for fear of having Matilda quarantined.

On Wednesday the Big Fella rang me.


"Indy. We are a bit short on drivers. Would you mind coming back to work Thursday afternoon".


"Sure, boss."


I was happy to return to work because, honestly, he is quite possibly the best employer and/or superior I have ever worked under.


"Ummmmm. BD had a little problem and he hit a weighbridge with your drive tyres. We'll get them fixed for you. No worries."







So I get to work on Thursday afternoon.

"Indy. BD had another little issue."

"Oh no".

"Yeah. He clobbered your steps on the left hand side. You know he drives the T904 as a relief driver regularly, no worries, or anything else in the yard. Put him in yours and he has a failure twice in 2 days. I've ordered the parts and we'll get it like new for you ASAP."





Might be better to quarantine Matilda as well as me next time!!!!!!!!!!! Having said all that, BD is usually great to have as a relief driver because e never damages stuff (seldom, then) and will always own up if he does have a catastrophe.

I will be glad to have poor Matilda looking back to her best because, naturally, when you stop somewhere, the first thing someone says is "What did you hit?" I am quick to redress that!

Monday, June 29, 2009

For Gabby!

GerDay All,

Since Gabby wrote a lovely comment on a previous post and since I am always up for flattery (even when I fish for it and it is undeserved) and since I think she may enjoy this gorgeous song (even if it is me doing it) listen at your own peril! :-)

It isn't any worse than the bloke who wrote it could do - but singing wasn't poor old Kris ' forte` either! :-)



Kindest Regards

Indy

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Unwanted Pork

GerDay All,

Mad Cow's Disease. Equine Influenza. Swine Flu. Am I sick of these names or what? For a start, the meejah (media) have this wonderful propensity to take an ailment that has somewhat serious consequences for a handful of people and in the name of "public interest" (but the reality being sell more copy and thus gain more advertising) blow it out of all proportion.

You think I am exaggerating? Okay.

How many people died from Mad Cow's Disease in Great Britain? According to Wikipedia "by February 2009, it had killed 164 people in Britain, and 42 elsewhere", although they go on to say that the number will rise as undoubtedly they will. I wonder how many people were killed on the roads in the corresponding period in Great Britain? According to the official Great Britain statistics "This article shows progress towards the Government’s casualty reduction targets for Great Britain and reviews the main trends in road casualties in 2007 compared with recent years.
There were a total of 247,780 casualties of all severities, 4 per cent lower than in 2006. 2,946 people were killed, 7 per cent lower than in 2006, 27,774 were seriously injured (down 3 per cent on 2006) and 217,060 were slightly injured (down 4 per cent on 2006)."

Equine Influenza basically affected the horse racing industry (read gambling) and a heap of recreational horse people (myself being one) but its overall impact on society was bugger all of nothing. The way it hit the papers here in Oz, you would swear blind that the world as we once knew it was about to end!

Now we come to swine flu.

There has been one (1) death attributed to suspected swine flu (they are not even sure it was H1N1) to date in Australia since the "outbreak" listed on the Australian Federal Government Swine Flu Information Site. Compare that with "Death statistics in Australia for pneumonia and influenza:
1,353 men died from pneumonia and influenza in Australia 2002 (AIHW National Morbidity Database, Australia’s Health 2004, AIHW)
1,731 women died from pneumonia and influenza in Australia 2002 (AIHW National Morbidity Database, Australia’s Health 2004, AIHW) "

Now, I have the flu. Ordinary, everyday influbloodyenza. Everyone around me went into a panic attack because I "am an interstate truck driver and I go to the states where there's been swine flu". Whoopy bloody do! I also go to places where there are high levels of muggings, but I haven't been mugged. I go to places where there are known levels of drug offences and, strange as it may seem, I have never once been offered illicit drugs. I have even been to places where women are supposed to want to accost and have their way with every male in sight but, sadly, I am still redeveloping my virginity!!!

Now, I had to vacate my truck to get tested for "pig flu", just in case I had it and was quarantined, despite my protests to the contrary. Sure .... I am not well ... but I am quite capable of working and holding my end up of the bargain. Instead, I find I am going to lose a significant amount of money because everybody is having a panic attack about swine flu.

Note to self:- next time you get crook, don't let anybody know, even if you really are bloody well dying.

Note to higher deity:- can you let the animals get their own diseases and stop having them share them with us? Humans are basically hypochondriacs and drama queens and we blow all this stuff way out of proportion!

Keep it safe and avoid animal illnesses!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Trains Of The Road

Whilst we have road trains driving through where I live and whilst I see thousands of them a year (and even driven them a lifetime ago), we have only road train doubles. The really big ones are up North and way out in Western Australia and the like. I don't travel these extremely remote areas and haven't since I have had a video camera.

The wonders of Youtube means that someone else is always bound to have been there and done that.

Ol' mate has done just that and I thought I would share it with you. Some of the comments are interesting, too. Some, of course, are from knuckle draggers as well!


Anyway. Enjoy and safe driving!

Appreciation

You know, I am a real pain in the fundamental orifice when I am dealing with people who provide services to me. For example, if I am in a road house restaurant for a feed (why else would you be in the restaurant?) then I expect to be provided with exactly that which I ordered. If I ordered soft eggs (and I always emphasise that word) I bloody well expect to be provided with soft eggs, not concrete. If I order weak milk coffee, that means weak milk coffee, not bloody strong Bidelonian fighting syrup, or water coffee with milk added as an after thought!





This is because I provide my customers with excellence and I expect no less when I am the damned customer!





Similarly, if the staff provide an outstanding service, then I believe it is beholding upon me to recognise such excellence and I do. Trust me. I really do. I make a great fuss with management, waxing lyrical about whatever it is that I perceive has been done wonderfully, writing letters to be placed on the noticeboards and the whole nine yards. Even though Australia is not a place where tipping is the norm (simply because our staff are paid adequately and do not rely on tips to survive), I still go out of my way to recognise this level of excellence with generous tips.





I am exactly the same with my friends, which is the real reason for this post.





I wish to thank Terry and Gabby for taking the time and trouble to visit this site, read through whatever tripe it is that I have written and posting their responses. I appreciate this enormously and just thought I would say it publicly.





Thank you ladies so much. You really are very kind to me and I appreciate it tremendously. When I communicate with you privately, by whatever means it is, I am damned sure that I fail to properly show my level of appreciation and my gratitude, not only for your comments, but for your continued friendship.





Thanks ladies.





The shot, below, is a somewhat unusual photograph. I wonder who can pick what it is.










The next two are a sunrise, taken near Coleambally this morning.





Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Doe, A Deer

Certain animals are endemic to various parts of the globe. Australia is largely inhabited by a number of mammals and marsupials ... with quite a few marsupial mammals to boot!

Australia is not the natural habitat for critters that are "cloven hoofed" (errrr except for a few "humans" who are of uncertain origin, heritage or disposition) critters or buffalo, or even domestic animals like sheep and cattle (although you can be reasonably expected to see a couple of these in your travels - a couple of hundred thousand). Deer are not native to Australia at all and very very few people raise them because the buggers jump out of fencing and are pretty hard on the country. On top of which, deer are only raised in a very restricted area of the country.

Even Santa doesn't get Rudolph and his mates to bring him Downunder, preferring to get 6 white boomers to race him through the blazing sun (it is mid summer at Christmas time). Oh! By the way, a boomer is a bloody big kangaroo!!!

Now, about now you should play this quick video clip ........




I mean me seeing a deer in this part of this country is a bit like Terry seeing a boomer bounding along up Times Square on her birthday - at least, so I thought!

I can tell you that I wasn't sure whether or not I was in the horrors or what! It wasn't that late at night and I hadn't been working hard .........

Oh, well! I guess if Terry can have a crane inside her trailer, Gabby can run around America, then I am allowed to see deer ..... and I have the footage to prove it! Did you notice the smooth avoidance proceedures??? Gotta pat myself on the back! No other bastard will! :-)

There will be a few more clips and blogs from this trip to follow - assuming I remember the yarns, have the enthusiasm to write them and can find the time to do the footage.

Keep it safe!

Monday, June 8, 2009

Pics Of Toowoomba To Brizzy











Yowie’s, Dogs and a Full Moon

First of all, I should explain that a Yowie is the Aussie equivalent of a Sasquatch, Bigfoot, Yeti and a heap of other such ……. beings. There is no more or less evidence that Yowies exist than there is for Sasquatch. It is, however, suspected that many of the Yowie sightings in Australia may be in fact quite real, although the suspicion is that the “beings” are, in fact, Vietnam Vets who have gone …… bush……. or ……. loopy or both. Particularly in the Pilliga, it is suggested that there is a couple of such poor souls who haven’t shaved since getting off the boat at Circular Key in the 70’s, have long since lost any semblance of clothing and have gone “native”.
I cannot attest to it either way, but I can say that the Pilliga has an unenviable reputation of ……. peculiar occurrences, to put it mildly, and numerous “sightings” and so forth, as well as theft and so on in the few parking areas along the length of the Pilliga.

There is slight embellishment to this story, but it is pretty close to being exactly what happened.
Yesterday, on my way North, I decided that since I had a heap of time up my sleeve as I had departed early enough to be half a day early in Brisvegas, I would have a little “Nanna nap”. I opted to do so at a parking bay (rest area) about ¾ of the way through the Pilliga Scrub.

I woke up just after dark, got out of the truck and ….. took things in hand to relieve some pressure build up, not realising that some other residents had stopped in the parking bay whilst I was in the land of nod. I rather rudely discovered this when a group of hound dogs (okay, so they were kelpie dogs …. hound dogs sounds more impressive) started whooping and a yowling, wailing and a bellowing. As you may imagine, I errrrr completed the task as rapidly as I could, then went over to investigate where all the commotion was coming from.

I discovered that these people from North Queensland (a bloody long way North – as far as Florida is from New York) had half set up camp whilst I was pushing out the zzzzz’s. They were a couple, in their 40’s, of the normal persuasion – you know, a bloke and his wife. They hadn’t completed the task, apparently, because they didn’t wish to awaken me by hammering in their tent pegs. I considered this was very courteous of them and thanked them.

The following conversation ensued between myself and Ol’ Mate.

Me: You sure yer wanna camp here, mate?

He: Ay? Wot?

Me: Haven’t ya heard about the reputation of the Pilliga?

He: Yeah! I heard sumpin’, but I dunno about it! I reckon I’ll be right.

Me: Are ya sure? Ya got a young wife there and all them dawgs.

He: Wot’s the dawgs gotta do with it?

Me: Yowies.

He: Wot?????

Me: Bloody Yowies, mate.

He: Nah! The dawgs will protect us.

Me: You gotta be kidding me. They’re just bloody sheep dogs and probably pets at that.Sheesh! You wanna lot fiercer dawgs than that if they gonna take on a bloody Yowie. Bloody kelpies are all bark and no balls. Besides, there’s a bloody mob of them Yowies here abouts and them dawgs are just gonna be like bait and attract them. Mate, they just love dawgs. They reckon they taste great!

He: Fair dinkum.

Me: Yair. Would I lie to you? (Then pointing to the full moon over head). Them bastards travel under a full moon! Sheesh! You’ll end up with a whole bloody tribe of the bastards on your doorstep in no time making a helluver fuss. Them itty bitty tents aren’t gonna afford you any protection at all and them dawgs will both attract them and annoy them. Mate you gonna have one helluver drama here tonight of yer hang about.

He: Yer ever seen any of them?

Me: Sure! About 10 years ago I was camped up in a parking bay just up there a ways and I woke up to find this great hairy face looking in my driver’s window (which I had up and the door locked) and it scared the living daylights outta me. I belted outta there like there was no tomorrow. Next morning I found scratch marks all over the door and the handle was all broke and the bastard bloody near got in. I only stopped here, today, because it was daylight.

He: You’re shittin’ me, aren’t ya?

Me: Nope! No sir! Not at all. It’s ridgy didge. That’s why I got up, mate! I’m not bloody stayin’ here after bloody dark and especially not on a full moon.

I then walked back to my truck and did my “pre flight”, did a bit of stuff in the cab, got the paperwork up to scratch and started to dawdle out of the rest area.


Well, I’ll be!! I looked in the bloody mirror as I headed North, and here they are, high tailing it out of that parking bay heading South having followed me out of there. And I mean high tailing it.

I guess they reckoned on not wanting to tangle with a whole bunch of them mean ol’ Yowies after all!

Keep it safe.

Friday, June 5, 2009

Desert Sunset After Rain

GerDay All,

Tonight's post is gonna be short and sweet. Actually, it is gonna be a series of photographs that I have taken just on dusk this afternoon with my little Fujifilm Finepix Somethingorother digital still camera. It isn't anything all that special, but I just thought that you may enjoy the views as I did.

The last shot is purely for Terry's benefit (although I haven't mentioned it anywhere on the video). I included it to show you my little bat phone in its car kit. I know it can be noisy at times, but the range is almost unbelievable!

I will post a more dscriptive post next time.

Just thought I would share this in the short term. I hope you enjoy.

Keep it safe.

Thursday, June 4, 2009

The Week To Come

GerDay All,

At present I am sitting in Melvegas/Mexico City (otherwise known as Melbourne, Victoria), getting some hours back so that I may get "on the road again". At this stage the plan is to get a "B" service tomorrow (drop oil, grease, repair as required).

While I am on it ..... since everyone is into naming their trucks and gadgets ..... can any of you come up with a suitable name for my truck, please? It is a Kenworth T404/408 SAR (which stands for Shortened Australian Right hand drive). It is definitely a she ... or has the characteristics of a she. It has a big pussy under the bonnet (C15 Cat) and she pulls a quad dog.

Anyway, the plan is that after I get serviced (or at least the truck does), I will load up, go home then head to the far North. This will mean leaving on Saturday night as this trip is very similar for me as Terry doing the Big Apple in terms of distance. That is about where the similarity ends, too!

Anyway, I am hoping for a few opportunities to get some footage next week as a result. If I am really lucky I will get to come down the entire length of the Aussie New England after I unload and reload in Brizvegas.

Wish me luck with this, because if it all pans out well, I may be able to share some incredibly beautiful things with you all.

Keep it safe.

Update “Aussie New England”

I promised a bit of a yarn about our Aussie New England.

This yarn will go around the world in 80 days, so hang on for a somewhat disjointed ride!


On Monday night, I had the pleasure of camping at a customer’s site, fifth in the queue, waiting to unload Tuesday morning. Yes! I am being sarcastic because this particular location is renowned for their “swiftness”, the tremendous parking available off site for trucks delivering, in addition to the fact that we all have to park facing downhill on a Mt Everest proportioned hill, so you spend all night falling onto your fridge, on to the floor or propping yourself up against both of these outcomes! Sleep or recovery is problematical at best!


Anyway, when I finally got unloaded, I rang in and was told by the allocator to go to XYZ, pick up a load of a particular product and head North.


“Head North?????” I asked.


“Yeah. We dunno where it’s going (yet), but we will ring you when you’re on your way. It will be somewhere North of Newcastle”.




Thanks to Bruiser for the loan of his Youtube channel to store a couple of these clips.

I reasoned that since the coast road is inundated at the moment and that it is/was raining out West, the most probably delivery area would be the New England. I was spot on, too!

You may ask why the Aussie New England is so special.

Firstly, it is spectacular scenery, with rolling hills, steep valleys, sharp mountains and just glorious views.

Now, I used to be a regular New England runner sometime between the mid 80’s right through to ’94, running up and back 3 times a week from Sydney to Toowoomba or Brisbane. That is up 3 times and back 3 times, just about every week. Additionally, I also did a lot of work up there prior to this period, carting 4 decks of sheep and or 2 decks of cattle, so I was and am still very familiar with the road – and I absolutely love it. It has some of the most beautiful scenery in the country and, whilst it is a “busy” drive (because your hand is never far away from the gearstick in this mountainous drive), once you know it, it is tremendously enjoyable although quite demanding. You do not need to make any errors because the New England will make you pay dearly for it – and how!


In addition, I wasn’t just going up the New England, I was diverting at Bendemeere and heading out towards Walcha. This is a particularly beautiful and ….. exciting drive. I hadn’t been out to Walcha for at least 23 years and I was so looking forward to the drive.


When you drive into this part of the country, you imagine that you can hear a guitar and a banjo strumming away at Duelling Banjos, that you are going to see someone at any moment start eating an apple through a tennis racquet, and you look for the scars on the necks of the locals …. if you get my drift!


Okay. Okay! I am joking …. but it is a ruggedly beautiful and largely isolated area due to topography.


The bad part is it was on this very road that my best mate, Johnny Mantell was killed, which was the reason I had never been back to that specific area.


The good news is that I would be able to pay a silent homage to
Ol’ Mental Mantell. I dunno why I say “old”, because I am now older than Mental was when he was tragically killed. (If you click on the “labels” that say Mantell’s Ballad or similar - or the link above, you will see a poem/song I wrote the night he was killed).


The good news is that I drive a pair of tippers, so loading and particularly unloading is usually fast and efficient.


The bad news is that this specific product is well known for sticking in the trailers like schnitzenkrugen to a blanket, to the extent that the last load of it I carted resulted in my having to manually shovel out 32 tonnes (ummmm 70,500 pounds) of the rotten stuff … by hand. I was impressed by a revisitation to this prospect, but the other bit of good news was that farmer Brown was prepared to tip me off whenever I got there – no matter how late at night!


I figured that I would get some video footage of this spectacular trip, but this was thwarted by the fact that I travelled up and back to and from my delivery point in the night time. Bugger! I did manage to get a bit of footage at the very bottom of the journey, which I will post in due course


The other bad news was that it was raining.


No …. Not a bit of rain …….. it was p errrrr h issing down cats and dogs, raising my level of trepidation a little. This is not a road you take lightly and inclement weather is not often welcomed on it – especially when delivering in a paddock on a farm. Not too salubrious!


In the end it was a bloody anticlimax, to be honest.


The load unloaded more or less properly, with only about half an hour’s shovelling, it had stopped raining by the time I got on the sodbuster’s property, so I had hard ground and plenty of traction, and I missed out on getting decent footage for you all.


My own damned fault for building this up as a wonderful yarn!!!!!!!!!!


What I will say is that there are no native plants in Australia that are deciduous (shed leaves in winter). Every native Aussie plant is an evergreen. However, the early settlers in this regions (and possibly subsequent inhabitants) must have had and probably still have a yearning for “Old England” and much of this area has old, fully grown trees that shed like a stripper in a nightclub, leaving a breathtaking image for the likes of myself. It is truly stunning …. No … not the bloody stripper you goose …. the stupendous scenery!!!!!


I was well rewarded, visually, even in the night time, by this exquisite drive because we have multiple sets of bright lights, Downunder, so night driving doesn’t preclude one from having suitable high definition optical recalibration. In other words, it was gorgeous! This time of year with the multi coloured leaves that are being shed by the non natives plants that abound makes for wonderful viewing.


I am on my way back to places in the deep South after having reloaded on the Liverpool Plains. Whilst I was on a property, I discovered a group of 7 old ex World War 2 trucks in immaculate condition, so the journey wasn’t a complete failure. At the foot of this post I will include some images I took of them.

I did pay homage in my own way to Mental Mantell, so that was a good thing as well. Interestingly enough, John was killed at about this time of year. In fact, it would be so close to being his anniversary that it isn’t funny.


I am sorry I unintentionally mislead you into thinking this would be an exciting post. I honestly believed that I would be able to provide footage of this truly beautiful drive, but there’s always a next time!



Safe travels.




Gabby, I think James may like a look at these old girls. I have high definition originals that I can email if anyone is interested.










Wednesday, June 3, 2009

Just A Teaser

GerDay,

To be perfectly honest I am far too buggered to write this blog up tonight, but stay tuned for an upcoming blog about my trip to the Aussie New England area, which is a bit bittersweet because of the particular road ... but I will explain more later! I can assure you that my adventure doesn't rate like Terry's birthday present, but it was wonderful nevertheless!

Safe travelling!

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

A REALLY Random Thought - or two - or several!

My best friend has commented that I am relatively "private" in my blog and that I don't get personal in it. It was a comment, I have to say, rather than a criticism or, at least, I didn't take it as a criticism.

In self defence I have to say that I am mindful that what I write can impact upon others, no matter how carefully I believe I am disguising them. Other people have a greater capacity to obscure things as required, but I am too unimaginative to successfully protect the innocent and guilty alike!!!! Therefore, the easiest course of action for me is to be very general.

However, if I write solely about myself, then the only person that can be negatively impacted by what I write is myself! This is not because I am insular or that I perceive that the world revolves around me, but rather that by writing only about me, here, I am protecting everyone else! Make sense?

Anyway, this has led me to examine the facts and I have drawn some conclusions and made some commitments to myself - and to YOU, the one of about three people who ever bother to read my blog! :-) If there are more than two or three readers, would you let me know, please, as I often feel like I am comprehensively wasting my time and yours.

You see, since the thoughts originate from within my head, I don’t really need to read the blog in the first place and I sure as damn it is to swearing don’t need to comment on my own poor efforts at writing! If I am the only one reading these then I guess the time I spend on writing in this blog would be best spent in a far more productive and rewarding past time such as …… something that isn’t creative!!!!

The first thing is that I am basically boring. I am actually being quite serious but am in no way being disparaging towards myself. It is merely a statement of fact, as it were!

I am so bloody boring that even I think I am bloody boring!!!

My whole world revolves, necessarily, around what I can see through my front windscreen, what I can see out my side windows and where I have been, as evidenced in my mirrors. It is also bounded by the few customers I see (usually once or twice a day) and the people I come into contact with during the course of plying my trade on the highways and byways of this vast and beautiful land. Other truck drivers can take ownership of their experiences, but to me they are just that and not of interest to anyone bar me!

This does not make for scintillating blog reading! At best it would produce some half baked, uninteresting tome that would be best left from whence it came – in the keyboard (or my head, whichever is the more productive)!!!

Having thought a little further, I reckon I will write one more entry in it and thence make a decision as to whether to let it die a timely death.

Thus we come to the topic of what I should write about …. and …. given that I bore even myself half to death I am certainly at a loss.

I know …. I will use the basis of one of them bloody YouTube “tags” to write a little about myself on here, thus killing 2 birds with the one stone – writing about “personal” things and constructing a blog of sorts!

The tag I have created for myself is to write down five somewhat different things about myself – with a little explanation to fill in a little room!

#1.
I was born in Port Moresby, Papua and New Guinea (as it was known at the time). This was long before Papua New Guinea was granted self determination, self government or had been recognised as a country in its own right. Prior to 1975, Papua was a wholly “owned” Territory of Australia (think of it as an off shore State) and New Guinea was a trust territory, entrusted to Australia by the United Nations soon after World War 2. Thus, although I was born in Papua, I am by birth (and consequently citizenship) an Australian because at the time Papua was part of Australia. I was raised there until I went to boarding school “down South” in NSW.

#2
I grew up multi lingual, speaking Motu, Pidgin (tok pisin), English and a couple of local languages – most of which I have now forgotten. Despite the fact that I “grew up” with several languages, I have no capacity with language. I couldn’t learn French, Italian or Swahila if my life depended upon it!

#3
The bulk of my education was at single gender boarding schools. This has resulted in me being somewhat socially inept and certainly at a loss with dealing with the fairer sex. Come to think of it, though, I am not too sure that any male does much better than I do!!!! I tend to become quite nervous and am painfully aware of my inabilities to relate to females for extended periods. I am also quite shy, but tend to masquerade as somebody with a high degree of self confidence with quite a degree of success!!!!

#4
I love technology and gadgets. I have a couple of hobbies that I pursue as extra-curricular activities after work (and at work, for that matter). These are computers and Ham (or Amateur) Radio. I hold an unrestricted Australian Amateur Radio licence.

#5
I have a fascination with poetry and prose. This is especially strange because as a general rule in my life, I cannot “imagine” or “visualise” just about anything. I can, however, read a story, or a poem, and be transported into the scene. It is just that I suspect that I am transported there in a completely different way to other people. I read aloud to myself and hearing the words allows me to absorb the essence of the story. Without that I actually hear the words, they are just that to me – words on a piece of paper. Strange, huh?

So there are five things about me that most people wouldn’t know, or that are a little unusual. I am a “Mr Average” in that I am average at just about anything I do. I am battling to find anything in my life at which I excel, however most things I put my mind to I can do – just not particularly well. I don’t do anything badly, but I don’t do anything particularly well either! I just do my best, which is often below par for many, but better than some ….. in everything I do.

Thus we get back to the fact that I bore even myself ….. because everything is so bloody average it becomes invisible or transparent to everyone, including myself!

The good news is that I can make a fair fist of just about anything I do. The bad news is that the highest level of achievement I ever attain is simply …. ordinary!!!

The good news is that people become confident in allowing me to do just about anything, but the bad news is that most people would prefer somebody other than me did it, because they would “be a star”, whilst I just get the job done.

I am grateful for small mercies, however, because I have the opportunity to do a much wider range of things in my life than just about anyone I know, so I have a broader outlook or perspective on virtually all aspects of life than most people, so it is “swings and round-abouts”.
As a whole, I can look at myself in the mirror and be proud of the individual in that mirror with the firm knowledge that I have integrity, compassion and abilities that are more than worthwhile. On that basis, I have to say that life is good.