Downside #39

There's no such thing as a 'break'

No siree Bawb. Fancy a month off, a week's R&R, a day kicking back, even a couple of hours off from the grind? Tough. Like all good haulage carriers you just gotta keep on truckin' until your eyelids can no longer hold the weight of the accumulated road dirt and droop like the flaccid member of an alcoholic monk. (Unlike the long-distance Claras of this world, however, the times you're en route are the times you can actually permissibly fall asleep, so at least you don't risk mashing yourself into polyfilla on some Mauritanian bypass flyover.) Every meal, every beer, every nice cup of tea and sit down plays a small part in putting together the cultural 3D jigsaw of wherever the hell you are, and even if you're just going to jam the pieces together haphazardlessly with a hate-gnarled fist later, you still have to be conscious to collect them. The WORK is all around you. You can never forget it. You can never turn your back on it. And above all, you can never rest...